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My Bad Boy
Chapter 2
~Megan's POV~
I looked the tall person up and down, smirking the entire time. Piece by piece, memories of him would come back to me, by the way he looked. I locked eyes with him, still being careful.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Megan Parker." He said, he as in James Grayson. James was 20 and had brown hair and piercing blue eyes. This was the man that I loved deeply until he betrayed me.
We used to work together, until we went into a competition for the most powerful, I won of course. That's why I got sent to my new orginization, in other words, my gang. I was taken away from them but the deal was if i could out do him, I got to go back to my gang, my family.
I smirked a little more. "If it isn't James Grayson" I said mimicking him. He rolled his eyes slightly and started walking closer to me. I stayed on the spot, watching his every move, just in case I had to flee out of here at any moment now.
"I missed you." He whispered in my ear. I raised my eyebrows. I didn't know what to believe anymore.
"You did?" I whispered back shakily, my cold breath hitting his face. He started leaning in, pushing my back to a tree.
"Mhm." Was all he said. I knew his strategy. I had seen him use it on other girls before. Make me think he loves me, and then kill me. Like he had tried before. Simple as that. He started to lean in slowly. Was he going to kiss me?
What could I do? I couldn't let him kiss me and fall under his trap again. If I did, then his plan would work. But I didn't want to kill him right here on the spot either. I guess I'd just have to pretend that I would kill him, make him scared of me enough to run away for a while, giving me a bit of time to think of a plan.
His lips were getting closer. His pink, soft, warm lips. Yes, I have kissed him before, many times before. I snapped out of the trance and put my hand behind my back, trying to open the small pouch in my backpack which carried the knives.
Nothing. I had left my backpack in the bushes.
I closed my eyes, waiting for his lips to crash into mine, at the same time thinking of a plan in my head. I slowly felt his long ,muscular arms wrap around my body. Leaving me no space what so ever to get out from.
His lips crashed into mine suddenly, leaving me at shock. Falling into his trap, I kissed back, regretting it already.
He smirked than started kissing my neck multiple times, going up my jaw line, and than he started nibbling on my ear. I wanted to push him away but I had gone weak .Slowly, he started sucking on my neck, sucking harder and harder every second. I couldn't take it anymore. It hurt too much.
With all the strength I had left in me, I harshly pushed him off, surprising him. I did a small back flip, which I had learned from my dad when I was 8, into the bushes and roughly grabbed my backpack. Running around the bush wouldn't have been an option, it would have given James a large chance of catching me.
I pushed every thought I had out of brain and concentrated more than I ever have before, on getting away, getting out of here safely, getting home safely. I dashed out of the bushes and into the street in a flash, barely giving James time to think. Sadly, he was in a gang too, so he had pretty good reflexes. Reflexes were the one part of training where he did better than me, it was a gift to him, he was born with it.
I ran faster, as fast as I could, to get home. Almost missing every street corner and hitting a lamp post, but at least I didn't actually hit it. I turned my head around to see if James was still there, he was. I sighed. Suddenly, I heard a loud bam, and I fell to the ground, screaming in pain. I recognized the pain. The horrible, aching, stinging pain. It was the pain, of a bullet.
I looked the tall person up and down, smirking the entire time. Piece by piece, memories of him would come back to me, by the way he looked. I locked eyes with him, still being careful.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Megan Parker." He said, he as in James Grayson. James was 20 and had brown hair and piercing blue eyes. This was the man that I loved deeply until he betrayed me.
We used to work together, until we went into a competition for the most powerful, I won of course. That's why I got sent to my new orginization, in other words, my gang. I was taken away from them but the deal was if i could out do him, I got to go back to my gang, my family.
I smirked a little more. "If it isn't James Grayson" I said mimicking him. He rolled his eyes slightly and started walking closer to me. I stayed on the spot, watching his every move, just in case I had to flee out of here at any moment now.
"I missed you." He whispered in my ear. I raised my eyebrows. I didn't know what to believe anymore.
"You did?" I whispered back shakily, my cold breath hitting his face. He started leaning in, pushing my back to a tree.
"Mhm." Was all he said. I knew his strategy. I had seen him use it on other girls before. Make me think he loves me, and then kill me. Like he had tried before. Simple as that. He started to lean in slowly. Was he going to kiss me?
What could I do? I couldn't let him kiss me and fall under his trap again. If I did, then his plan would work. But I didn't want to kill him right here on the spot either. I guess I'd just have to pretend that I would kill him, make him scared of me enough to run away for a while, giving me a bit of time to think of a plan.
His lips were getting closer. His pink, soft, warm lips. Yes, I have kissed him before, many times before. I snapped out of the trance and put my hand behind my back, trying to open the small pouch in my backpack which carried the knives.
Nothing. I had left my backpack in the bushes.
I closed my eyes, waiting for his lips to crash into mine, at the same time thinking of a plan in my head. I slowly felt his long ,muscular arms wrap around my body. Leaving me no space what so ever to get out from.
His lips crashed into mine suddenly, leaving me at shock. Falling into his trap, I kissed back, regretting it already.
He smirked than started kissing my neck multiple times, going up my jaw line, and than he started nibbling on my ear. I wanted to push him away but I had gone weak .Slowly, he started sucking on my neck, sucking harder and harder every second. I couldn't take it anymore. It hurt too much.
With all the strength I had left in me, I harshly pushed him off, surprising him. I did a small back flip, which I had learned from my dad when I was 8, into the bushes and roughly grabbed my backpack. Running around the bush wouldn't have been an option, it would have given James a large chance of catching me.
I pushed every thought I had out of brain and concentrated more than I ever have before, on getting away, getting out of here safely, getting home safely. I dashed out of the bushes and into the street in a flash, barely giving James time to think. Sadly, he was in a gang too, so he had pretty good reflexes. Reflexes were the one part of training where he did better than me, it was a gift to him, he was born with it.
I ran faster, as fast as I could, to get home. Almost missing every street corner and hitting a lamp post, but at least I didn't actually hit it. I turned my head around to see if James was still there, he was. I sighed. Suddenly, I heard a loud bam, and I fell to the ground, screaming in pain. I recognized the pain. The horrible, aching, stinging pain. It was the pain, of a bullet.
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