Falling For The Bad Boy

Raven: Are you out with the guys?

Me: No, been hanging with Kelli and Khloe, why?

Raven: Jake sent me a picture of them at the club they are performing at tomorrow night and there was a bunch of slutty looking bitches sitting with them.

She forwards the image to me. My stomach drops, seeing a pretty, busty blonde sitting between Kai and Hunter. I remember his words, ‘there will be lots of girls and I will flirt with them for my music.’ I am trying not to let it get under my skin. Kai wants to be a musician, groupie girls come with that life.

Me: I am sure it is nothing. Don’t worry.

Raven: Easier said than done. Jake has never been a one girl kinda guy.

Me: I wish I had something wise and reassuring to say right now but I don’t. Just trust that he wants you to be the only girl for him, but if he doesn’t then screw him.

Raven: Aren’t you pissed at Kai? He is out with other girls without you!

Me: I trust him. Is there a reason I shouldn’t?

Raven: No just saying is all.

I think back to all of the times her and Kai have told me they are complicated. What in the hell does that even mean?

Me: What really happened between you and Kai?

I keep waiting for her to text me back, but she doesn’t. I am getting sick of this. I go to bed feeling anything but relaxed. Now I am angry and confused.

In the early morning hours, I hear Kai and the guys getting in. I want to ask him where he has been all night, but I don’t want to be one of those clingy naggers. I still have Raven’s unanswered text on my mind, so I probably shouldn’t talk to Kai right now. I am sure we will fight if I do.

He comes stumbling into my room, knocking into the furniture. I flick the lamp on and see his eyes are glossed over and he reeks of smoke and liquor, reminding me of my mother. My stomach lurches, and I run into my bathroom before I puke in the bed.

I am sitting in the floor, hugging the toilet, dry heaving when Kai puts a damp cloth on the back of my neck. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” I snap more harshly than I intended to at him and he flinches.

“Why are you yelling? My head hurts,” he says.

I don’t say anything. I go over, turn the shower on, and start taking his clothes off. He reaches for my shirt and says, “Take it off, Kitty Kat.”

I smack his hand away and shove him into the shower. He pouts when I refuse to get in with him. He is going to regret laying out all night if his voice sounds like shit for his show tomorrow night. He slumps against the shower wall, making a puppy dog pout with his bottom lip.

I go to shut the water off and he pulls me in with him. “Want you so bad, Kat.”

“As much as you wanted that blonde you were with tonight,” I screech not even meaning to tell him I know he was with girls tonight.

“What are you talking about?” He says, wrapping a towel around his cold, naked body.

I stomp into my room, pulling out dry clothes from my bag, ignoring him. He presses against my back, rubbing his hard-on at my butt. “Stop it, Kai.” I shove him off and he falls back onto the bed, watching me change.

“Shouldn’t you be taking those off instead of putting them on?” He asks, looking at me cross-eyed.

I throw my phone at him. He picks it up, looks at it for a second, and lays it on the nightstand.

“Don’t be jealous, Kat. I got called a married old man all night for refusing to talk to the girls at the club.”

I am not sure why, but I believe him. I can totally see the guys ragging on him and giving him a hard time.

“Fine,” I say, crawling into bed with him. He curls up against me and starts to snore. His mom will have a fit if she catches him in here naked, but it would serve him right for coming in wasted. Drunk people are only tolerable if you are drunk too, in my experience anyway.

I don’t sleep worth a crap. I wake up three different times and push Kai away from me. He is sweating out the alcohol he drank, and I can’t stand it. By the fourth time, he wakes. “Stop pushing me away, Kat. I need to feel close to you.”