The Bad Boy by Evan Kelsey Page A

behind him screaming at how
stupid he was.
     
                    Linda quickly said, “Jared please go help Emilie
clean yourself up and then I think it might be time for her to go.”
She turned to me. “I am so sorry sweetie, they aren’t usually like
this.”
     
                    Obeying his mother, Jared grabbed my arm a little
too hard and pulled me up the stairs. As I was dragged behind him I
could see his muscles were tense from underneath his white T-shirt.
I wanted to ask what that was all about but I knew better. I wasn’t
going to get an answer, it was too soon to be asking Jared family
questions.
       We stopped outside a door and Jared opened it up.
I entered the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the tub. He
pulled out shampoo and conditioner handing them over to me. “I’m
going to get you some clothes.”
     
                   
“ Okay.” He left and I turned on the tap waiting
for it to heat up. I opened a door and found a towel. Kneeling in
front of the tub, I stuck my head under the water and started
scrubbing. I heard Jared walk back in.
     
                   
“ You’re not getting any of it out.”
     
                   
“ Then help me.”
     
                    He crouched down next to me and then moved my
hands out of my hair. Slowly he massaged my scalp and I watched as
pasta and sauce mixed with the water in the tub meaning Jared was
actually getting the food out of my hair.
     
                    A half hour later, my hair was clean and I was
dressed in Jared’s sweatpants and one of his black T-shirts. I
tugged on the waistband of the sweats and felt like I was in one of
those weight loss commercials where the people say ‘I lost this
much weight!’
     
                    Jared leaned against the bathroom door arms
crossed over his chest and ankles also crossed. “Your mom is
here.”
     
                    I nodded and pulled on the string of the sweats
tightening them so when I walked they wouldn’t fall down and I
would flash everyone my underwear. “Thanks.” As I walked past him
he held up my school bag and I sent him a smile as I took
it.
     
                    Silently, we walked down the stairs and to the
front door. I didn’t hear any noise and was a little happy I didn’t
have to see his family again because I don’t know how to react to
what happened. Maybe if I was in on what was going on I would but
since I wasn’t, I would probably say something stupid and make them
hate me.
     
                    I smiled up at Jared as I ran a hand through my
now clean hair. “I like your family. They really know how to make
people feel welcome.” I laughed trying to lighten the
mood.
     
                    He leaned against the door and smirked at me but
in his eyes you could see something else. “Yeah, whatever.” Then he
brought his hand up and I thought he was going to touch my face. I
locked eyes with him and felt my heart pick up. Why did he have to
be so attractive? “You still have spaghetti in your
hair.”
     
                    My cheeks flamed and I smacked his hand as he held
out the sauced covered noodle that he must have missed when he
washed my hair only a couple minutes ago. “Yeah, whatever.” I
mocked him, trying to copy his smirk but knew I failed. Jared had
his own special smirk.
     
                    Jared shook his head at me. He walked backwards
until he was inside his house and said, “I’ll see you later bad
girl.” With a wink the door was shut in my face. I let out a loud
laugh before walking away from the house that looked calm on the
outside but was far from it on the inside.
     
                    More secrets of Jared McKingsley that I will never
find out.

    I closed my
locker and jumped.
    Jared smirked at
me, “And how is my bad girl