One Night With The Badboy Beta

*Rain*

I sighed as I stared at Blaze Blackstone, the most handsome guy in the whole world, or at least, in my small world, he was the sexiest man alive.

He was laughing at something his friend said to him, head tilted back, soft blue eyes glimmering like the sunlit skies.

He looked like a fallen angel, descended down from heaven, to bless mere mortals like me.

He was made of every one of every woman's dirty dreams and darkest sinful lust and lusted after him, they all did. He was generous, too, to satiate their desires, because the women who dared to approach him were gorgeous.

He was temptation in its purest and I, the most innocent idiot with the straightest moral compass in the whole school, I was tempted, too. I was tempted to take the fruit from the devil. He was the devil, and he was the fruit, too. I don't know why he always made me feel like this, even though he never looked at me, or actually saw me.

For a second, he looked up from whatever his friend was saying and his eyes met mine. Just a second. His eyes glinted in the sunlight like a gemstone, remains of laughter lingering in, and he gave me an indifferent look and then he turned away as if he couldn't even recognize me.

His eyes almost passed through me. It was like I was made of translucent, see-through glass. I felt a small pang in my chest, but I curbed it. It was my curse. To always watch him from afar, and pine from the distance.

"You are staring again, Rain." My best friend Sheryl said as she caught me staring at Blaze once again. It was not new for my friends. When he was there, I would be staring at him. It was just as true as the universal truth.

"I am sorry," I mumbled under my breath, with an ashamed look on my face. I flushed in embarrassment as my other friend, Simone dragged a chair back and sat down. She put her tray down on the table with a thud.

Sheryl shook her head as she looked at me with a sigh as if she didn't know how to help me.

Sheryl and Simone had been my best friend since I had first moved to this town and transferred to Hawk Heights high school after my mom died.

It was so sudden, as most deaths often were. One day, she was happy and healthy and the next day, a bulky cop came to our door with the news of her death. It was an accident and when she died... my whole world broke, in that turn in the dark bend.

Thinking about mom still made me feel the usual pang in my heart, which was followed by a bone deep yearning. I was fourteen when she died, and my dad and I were so lost, so alone.

Our world was so adrift without her. The moment the car collided with hers in a dark turn, our lives shattered along with the car. Me and my dad were a right mess without her.

Mom had always been our anchor, she was the one who kept us afloat and without her, everything was dark and cloudy and we were drowning, too. It was hard for us to come out of that loss.

The house we lived with her, it had become a tomb. I was buried in that tomb with the memories of her. We were buried. Sometimes, I would hear my mom's laughter ringing through the halls and my heart would ache for her.

I missed her. I still do.

Just a touch from her, just another smile... oh, sometimes, I yearned for it. I begged for it. But she was gone and the home we had lived for years, it had become our greatest burden, then.

So, one day, my dad came to me and said, "we were moving." And I didn't even ask him, where?!

I was okay with moving. I didn't want to live in that house without mom, either.

Dad decided that we should move next to his sister, my aunt Alyssa and her family. So we moved from the bustling life of New York City all the way to a town in Ohio. Chagrin Falls was a big town, with more woods than actual town and the first thing my aunty told me was, "Do not go into the woods, Rain."

She sounded so damn mysterious saying it, too.

My cousin Liam rolled his eyes and chuckled at his mom and they shared a look as my aunt hissed at him and asked him to shut up. I curiously looked at them and Liam gave me a half hug and said, "Animals." He said with a chuckle and I blinked. I didn't know what was so funny about animals, but I didn't ask him.

I still didn't know or understand what the big fuss was about, but I always listened to what she had said and I never, ever ventured in to the woods. Sheryl's house was closer to the woods, but she had also warned me not to explore the woods. So I never did.

I had always loved nature and I would have loved to have a trek inside the dense forest with tall emerald trees that towered over each other, as if they were attempting to touch the Azure sky, but I didn't.

Even when my curiosity burned brighter to see what kind of dangerous animals lived in the woods, I didn't. I was the most rational, most unadventurous person in the whole wide world.

"Why do you always do it? He is such a jerk, anyways." Sheryl said with a frown in her face as she glared at Blaze's back. As if he could feel Sheryl's burning glare on his back, he looked up and smirked at her.

God, even that half smirk was breathtaking.

Blaze was handsome as hell and his eyes, the strangest of blue, made my heart race. I couldn't help myself when it came to him.

He never looked at me twice, though, even though our paths had crossed often. Of course, why would he look at someone like me, someone so ordinary, so timid and boring, when the girls who wanted him, who followed him were extraordinarily beautiful.

If I was the white walls in an art gallery, the girls he usually associated with were the paintings that were hung on the white walls. You get my gist!

"He is a jerk, but he is a hot jerk." My other friend, Simone said, with a roll of her eyes. "But Rain, you know what, he is not relationship material. He is the kind of guy you want to have a hot, dirty one-night stand with and then forget about it." Simone said with a look in Blaze's direction.

My whole body turned red and I felt so damn hot as Sheryl choked on her orange juice and Simone patted Sheryl's back, extra strong.

"What the f*ck, Simone? He is my damn brother. Eww." Sheryl said with a frown in Simone's direction and Simone gave a nonchalant shrug, her face a cool façade of emptiness.

Damn. Simone could do the cool thing like it was nobody's business.

"What? I am just stating the fact, Sher. You will see it, too, if he wasn't your brother." Simone shrugged and turned to me. Her brown eyes honed in on me like a tracking satellite. "You see it, don't you, darling Rain? That is why you can't take your eyes off him. Do you want him?"

"No." I lied quickly.

But, Simone was right. He was sexy as sin, and he was the sin I wanted to commit. I had always wanted to commit. I could ask for forgiveness later.

I often told myself to stop being so pathetic, but I couldn't help myself when it came to him. He was like my kryptonite.

Even at seventeen, I had big plans for my life. Big, amazing plans. I had dreams, and aspirations and they were all attainable, too. I knew I would attain them. Except for the dream of having Blaze. Now, that was unattainable and even I knew it.

I am a dreamer, but I am also a realist.

I looked up at Simone and shrugged. "I know I am pathetic, but I can't help it." I sighed and Simone patted the back of my hand.

"Don't worry, darling. I have a mat- I mean, I have a boyfriend and even I can't help but sigh over it." Simone said.

Sometimes, Simone and Sheryl talked in words that were ridiculous and I often had this feeling they were hiding something from me, but I trusted my friends and if they wanted to tell me, I knew they would tell me.

"I just- I wish he would see me. Sometimes."

"You don't want him to see you," Sheryl said. "He is an asshole. You are fine without him." Sheryl had a dark look in her face as she said that.

I just shrugged.

Usually, I was the smartest, yes, but Blaze made me feel like the stupidest girl ever alive, and with just a look at him and my brain cells would take a long vacation. It was almost irritating for me. I couldn't help it. It was as if my own consciousness was against me.

I was a good girl. I had always been a good girl, who followed every single rule. I always followed the instructions, the ones I had written for myself. Sometimes, even I was bored of my own life.

I mean, there was nothing fun in my life. I was so unlike my two best friends, who spent more time at parties than at home. Me, I was always, at home, always buried in my book. I couldn't afford not to. I wasn't rich like them. I had to make my own way, to reach wherever I wanted to go!

So... Blaze was like the only thing not boring about me, and Blaze was not even mine. But oh, how I wished, day and night, that he was mine. But I knew. I knew the probability of that happening was less than 0. Yes, absolutely impossible.

"Just forget him, Rain," Sheryl said as she frowned at Blaze.

"I know. I know." I said, but damn... I was lying. My face fell when I saw Rhiana, one of the most gorgeous girl in school--who was also my personal bully--touch Blaze's arm. He looked up at her and she gave him a flirty look that even I could understand. It said: Wanna come and f*ck me?!

I sighed. This was not new to me, but it still hurt like hell when I saw him with girls, after girls. I was absolutely stupid to have fallen for my best friend's playboy brother.

I stood up and threw the paper plate and cups in the trashcan.

"Bye girls. I have AP Trig." I said and they both huffed in sync.

"Why do you even need AP Trig to make pastries?" Simone said a she let out a puff of air.

I smiled before I walked away. My phone dinged with a message. I pulled it out and saw that it was from my dad. I was reading the message and walking as I collided with someone.

A strong hand stopped me from falling, grabbing onto my shoulder.

"Thank-" I looked up and my words froze halfway when I saw how close he was to me.

Blaze stared at me with his dark blue eyes, which were made of the swirling ocean. I could easily get lost inside those eyes.

"You- why are you always staring at me?" He asked, his soft voice turning harder with each word. "Do you want to kiss me or something? Do you want to touch me? Do you want me to touch you?"

WHAT THE!

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*Rain*

My eyes widened in shock, and I gasped as my eyes instinctively fell on his succulent lips. They were so soft, so plump, and I wondered how it would taste if I pressed my lips against them. They were inviting and shit, I knew he was joking, but I couldn't help but daydream about that kiss. My eyes turned hazy and blurry and my breathing hitced in need and desire.

His darkened eyes scanned me and I felt my heart shuddering from that single look.

I was usually the most logical, most rational person around here, until Blaze was in the equation. With Blaze in the equation, I was the most irrational, illogical person in the whole universe. He made me insane, and it was the truth. Even when I had never interacted with him, he made me crazy by just existing in the same world as me.

He scoffed and gave me a smirk that sent tingles through my body. He dragged a finger down my cheek as his eyes studied me like I was a curious creature in the zoo. I didn't mind though. As long as he was touching me.

"Do you want me, princess?" He asked softly as he took a step towards me.

My breathing hitched. I was this close to fainting. I prayed that I wouldn't. It would be embarrassing.

My heart hitched as his finger touched my cheek. My whole body tingled from that small contact. My legs trembled and my stomach twisted as if someone was sitting inside my stomach, making pretzels with my intestine. I bit my lips as I looked into his blue eyes that had darkened a little. My breathing left in a shuddering gasp.

I gasped, so softly. But he must have heard it. His lips pulled up in a self-satisfied smirk. My heart jumped crazily.

Like I said, I was the most analytical, rational, strait-laced girl you could ever meet, except when it came to Blaze Blackstone. Now, he, he made me go crazy. The kind of crazy one could not control. I could not control.

He looked at me with those azure blue orbs, that looked like they were glowing, and my breathing hitched. I almost wanted to flee, but my legs refused to move. It was as if I was frozen solid in this place. Up close, his eyes were even more beautiful than before. I could see the dots of white in his blue eyes, like specks of snow.

'Say yes, say yes.' The pestering voice inside me moaned. 'Kiss him. Grab him by the collar of his leather jacket and kiss him.' I curbed my inner voice. It was such a dangerous voice. If I gave into its temptation, I would surely go crazy. I was already half-crazy when it came to this rare specimen of man from outer space. He must be from outer space, because no one in the Earth should look like this man.

My stomach clenched in unexplainable need. I had never felt immense desire like this. I wanted him. I wanted his hand on me, I wanted his lips on every inch of my burning skin. My cheeks heated as I took a subtle step back. This wasn't like me...

It scared me. The rush of lust pulsing inside me.

I had never needed anyone like I needed him. The storm of want and need, it was so strong and so threatening. I was almost afraid of the feeling passing through my body. I didn't know what it was about him that sent my pulse shuddering, my heart running, my lungs shrinking.

There was something about him, something unexplainable. Something so wild and primal and attractive. He walked like he owned the whole school. Lithe, agile, like a predator and sometimes, I wanted him to hunt me.

Some nights, when the air was dank and hot, I dreamed about him and woke up aroused. I dreamed those dreams that I couldn't say out loud. I dreamed of his fingers touching me, teasing me, pleasing me, I dreamed of his lips pressed against my lips, against my breasts... but I knew it would only ever be a dream. I always knew... he was so out of my league, but suddenly, here he was... touching me, and even though it was almost innocent, my whole body was lit from inside out. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a burning forest.

"Nah, you are not my type." He said as he took his finger away. For a second, I couldn't even hear what he was saying. My ears were ringing and my heart was very loud.

I blinked at him and he gave me a dark smirk. And then slowly his words registered in my head.

'Did he just say I am not his type?' I thought to myself, but I knew I heard it and it was such a cold splash of water against my heated body. Oh, now the forest fire was so gone. I felt cold, so damn cold.

I flinched and took a step back from him. His expressionless gaze searched my face. My heart felt like crumbled paper cup. I took in a deep breath as I told myself not to cringe or worse, cry. I was not the crying type. I had cried enough for one lifetime when my mom died.

Of course, I was not his type. I already knew that and it was not a new information to me, but still hearing him say that in his cold voice, it was something I hadn't needed right this moment.

I shrugged. "Okay." I whispered, my voice barely leaving my lips. He leaned against the locker he was standing next to and put his hands inside his pocket as he lazily looked at me.

I was okay just looking at him from a distance. Even though he would never know how much it had hurt to hear him say that, it did hurt, but I was made of sterner stuff and I knew how to take a rejection. I was pathetic, but not that pathetic.

Of course, I would lose my sleep tonight over what he said, and I would feel the sting of his words over and over, but it was not a big thing. The wound would heal. It wasn't like I had any big expectations when it came to him.

I already knew that him and me, it would always be a dream.

I was a dreamer, but not unrealistic. And no, it wasn't because I had no self-confidence. I had confidence when it came to my brain, my drive, but I also knew that I wasn't beautiful or blessed like my two best friends.

I was rather plain. Yes, I might come closer to cute if I tried a little, but I would never be beautiful.

I was like a ghost in white, traversing unnoticeable through the crowds of glittering personalities. A boring dot amid the stars.

I just wasn't made to shine. I was gray, monotone, when compared to the splash of colors my friends were.

Sheryl and Simone were the kind of girls who could capture anyone's eyes. Me, I was just plain old black and white picture, while they were abstracts, but I am also okay with that! Like I said, I had something far more precious - my wit, my brain.

"Hmm. You are my sister's friend, aren't you? You are always following her around like a lost puppy." He said, his eyes narrowed as he looked at me from head to toe. I felt every one of his look in my electrified skin.

I nodded in response.

That was all I could do right now. My brain felt empty, as if it was floating above my head in the space. I had no words left in me. I was so damn empty. I wanted to say, of course, something, anything. But only a soft gasp left my parted lips.

He chuckled breezily.

"Oh. I don't know why she is hanging around you." He said it in a tone that was so degrading... and my heart pricked as I took another step back from him, my body finally obeying me and my commands. It felt as if he had just hit me with a giant boulder. Oh, he could have hit me and it wouldn't have stung so bad. It wouldn't have hurt this much.

I knew I wasn't the prettiest girl around, and yes, I wasn't popular like Simone and Sheryl, but why would he say something like that to my face?

I didn't even mind it when he told me I wasn't his type, but this... this made me sad, angry. I felt his words deep in my chest, bothering me.

My heart was mumbling in pain. What did he even mean by that?

Who did he think he was... How could he- he say such a thing about me?

Suddenly I was furious. I had never felt such anger in my life. Ever.

I wanted to punch him in his sharp, aristocratic nose. And broke it. I want to kick him in his male parts and watch him wince in pain. Even then, this anger wouldn't go away!

The bastard was arrogant as hell. This was the first time he had ever talked with me and I was hyperventilating just a second ago, and I didn't even mind when he said I wasn't his type, but this... this was making me damn angry. Furious.

'Such an incorrigible, presumptuous jerk.' I cursed him inside my head.

I gritted my teeth as I looked at him, all of him. Of course, he was gorgeous, but he could not talk to me like that.

"Go screw yourself, jackass."

Shit. Did that really come out of my mouth!?

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*Rain*

"Go screw yourself." I spat out, my eyes flashing angrily at him. I was so damn angry, and the anger rushed inside like a bursting volcano. "With a f*cking knife or something."

The word left my lips before I could even understand what I was saying, what I was feeling. I could only see red as I tried to control my breathing, but it came out hard and fast.

"What did you just say?" he whispered, his eyes darkening in his anger.

I bit my lips as my eyes widened with fright and embarrassment. I looked at him and he looked dangerous. Damn.

'Screw yourself' was such an overused word, but this word would probably be the one that would now send me to my early grave.

Oh, I knew he was going to make me dig my own grave and then kill me.

I looked at Blaze, my eyes wide and scared as his dark eyes flashed and he took a step closer to me, his body pressing deliciously against me. No, not deliciously. Dangerously!

He rubbed his hand down my arm and I shuddered.

Even through the nervousness, I felt the rush of pleasure as his hard body touched my soft curves of mine. I wanted his hands on my burning skin, touching me everywhere, everywhere he could find. My breathing hitched and my stomach clenched in need and lust.

I must be going insane from his closeness. That was the only thing that could warrant this kind of reaction from me. I was usually so damn moralistic and prissy, but with his body against mine, all my moral values were broken into a million tiny pieces and I watched it rain down on me.

He looked at me with a curious glint in his eyes as if he couldn't believe what I had just blurted out. Oh, I couldn't even believe it myself. I wish I could take it back. My one second of bravado was already fading. It was short-lived, just as I would be if I didn't find a way to escape this man looking at me with dangerously dark eyes.

'Please Earth, if you open up right now and eat me, I will forever be grateful.' I begged silently, but it looked like the Earth hadn't gotten my message, because it stayed close.

"I asked you a question, Princess. You will answer me. What did you just say? Let me hear it again." His voice was low, hoarse. It slid down my body like melted butter...

I wanted to run away. I knew this was something I shouldn't have said that out loud. Thinking inside was one thing, but blurting it out. No sir.

Shit. I knew he wouldn't take it like an easy joke. He had a reputation and he was called bad boy for a reason! I had gone and done it. My mouth, my damn mouth was my enemy,

"No-nothing." I stuttered as his blue eyes pierced mine.

Why in the world did I say that? Why in the world did my mouth deem it worthy enough to say it out?

I could have just walked away from the place, I could have stayed silent! I could have done a million things, except say that out loud.

"No, I heard you say something." He goaded. I must look like a deer caught between the headlight and a lion.

I turned around hurriedly, planning to run away from the place because that was the only thing I could do now. I flailed and stopped when he grabbed my backpack with a soft growl.

"Where are you running away now, princess? You sounded so damn brave just a second ago and now, you want to flee like a scaredy-cat?" He said, his voice rough and he wasn't teasing anymore. I knew he wasn't teasing. His eyes had turned dark and his ridiculously handsome face was set in a dark frown.

His lips were pressed together as he looked at me. "Why would I screw myself, baby doll, when every girl in this place is begging to do that?" He gave me a dark look and I shuddered. His hands were still grabbing my backpack.

I wanted to beg him to let me go. Shit. Suddenly I was very afraid to be here. I looked around and unfortunately, I couldn't see anyone around.

"Just a few seconds ago, you wanted to screw me too, didn't you?" He asked as he leaned closer to me.

My eyes widened as I looked at him with a gasp. He took another step closer to me and I backed against the locker. The cold metal pressed against my back as I fearfully looked at the boy--damn, he wasn't a boy. He was a man-- standing close, so close to me. I could almost feel his body heat and warmth. My body shuddered.

"N-no," I whispered timidly. My heart pounded beneath my chest and I wished he would take a step back. I also wished he would take a step closer.

I wasn't sure what I wanted him to do. I was so damn confused about what I wanted.

To my relief and also to my disappointment, he took a step back from me. "Don't talk to me like that." He said in a hard tone and I almost wanted to nod. But I didn't.

I might be boring, and I might not be brave, but I wasn't a freaking coward, either.

"You know, when you give respect, you will get some back. You must not know how it works." I snapped back, and this time I wasn't going to take it back. My voice was so damn cool, but I was freaking out on the inside. I was glad my voice didn't betray me.

His sharp eyes cut me with a dark look. "For a pathetic human, you sure talk a big game." He said and I looked at him as if he was crazy.

"And you are what? A vampire? A ghost? What a cuckoo!" I chuckled wryly. I was not so afraid anymore. He shook his head and his silky soft hair fell down. I almost wanted to push my hand through the silky locks, but I knew I shouldn't do stupid, impulsive things like that.

'But his hair looks so damn soft.' My inner voice commented. It really looked soft and shining. He ran his fingers through his hair as if he could hear my mind voice. I groaned inside.

I so want to be gone from here, or I might do something I might regret later. Like grab his hair and smack my lips against his arrogant mouth.

'You are shameless. He just called you pathetic and you want to kiss him?' I cursed myself for my stupidity.

"Damn. You have no idea." He said as he scanned my face and rolled his eyes with a bitter smile.

"What?" I blinked at him again. "Can you talk the way normal people can understand?" I said with a frown and he shook his head.

"Oh, princess... stop being so damn prickly." He said.

"Me? You are the prick here," I blurted out. Again, I wasn't expecting those words from my mouth. It was as if I had suddenly lost the barricade between my thoughts and my tongue. I was usually not the type who blurted things out without thinking. I usually overthought everything before I talked with people who were not close to me.

I was only comfortable with exactly six people to talk my mind. I was silent with everyone else.

My dad, my aunt, uncle, and cousin, and my two best friends. With everyone else, I was always distant and aloof. But now... suddenly, I was getting braver with this guy, who looked like he could crush me under his boots.

He growled. I was startled by the sound of it. What the heck was that about?

For a second, I saw his eyes flash. And they glowed like blue fire. I blinked, bewildered and totally confused. When I opened my eyes again, the glow was gone. I must have imagined it, the look in his eyes. Shit. That was it. There was no way his eyes could have changed like that. That was beyond impossible.

He grabbed my chin in his long fingers and tilted my face up so that I would be looking into his eyes. His eyes were the eyes of a predator, and I knew he wanted to stalk me, hunt me.

His fingers tightened on my chin, and I gasped.

He was so damn close, and his fingers were holding me a prisoner. So, why was I feeling so damn hot instead of so afraid? What was wrong with me? He leaned closer to me, his eyes dangerous and menacing as he looked into my eyes. I wanted to close my eyes and lean closer.

"What did I tell you, princess? Didn't I just warn you not to talk to me like that?" He hissed. I placed my palms on his chest, intent on pushing him away, but I couldn't do it for the life of me. My hands stayed glued to his chest and I could feel his heartbeat through his T-shirt; it was strangely calming for me.

"Get back, get away from me," I said, but there was no real heat in my words. There was only a soft pleading. He gave me a look that made my toes curl. Ripples of desire flooded through my body and I was ashamed. How could I feel all these intense feelings even when he was being a prick to me? I was not usually this shameless!

"Do you really want me to get away from you, princess? I can smell how wet you are for me, I can smell your arousal from here," he said in a hoarse voice as he took in a deep breath as if he was sniffing my arousal, and his face was completely blank and emotionless as he did so.

He trailed a finger down my bobbing throat. I gulped.

I choked on f*cking air.

My whole body burned like a bonfire. I burned with shame and desire and humiliation. I flushed a bright red in embarrassment as I glared at the offensive, obnoxious jerk standing in front of me. I could have easily lived without crossing paths with him or having this interaction with him.

"If I touch you now, I know you will be squirting for me."

My face was hot, but my anger was hotter. I knew, again, I shouldn't have said it, but I did.

"What a supercilious jerk. Does your neck hurt often with that big head of yours? It is a miracle your neck is not breaking from all the heavyweight!"

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