Taming the Bad Boy Was a Mistake Chapter 06

Taming the Bad Boy Was a Mistake Chapter 06 The Truth

I looked into those shattered eyes and clenched my jaw. No more hesitation.

“Fine.”

Dylan froze for a second, like he hadn’t expected me to say yes.

Then a cruel smile spread across his face.

“Alright, Natalie. You’ve got guts.”

Dylan didn’t take me back to his place.

Instead, he led me to the underground pool hall he’d always hit up back in the day.

The place was thick with smoke, full of thugs with tattooed arms.

When the crowd saw Dylan walk in, they paused for a beat, then burst into jeering laughter.

“Whoa, Dylan! What’s with the outfit-cosplay?”

“Why you dressed up like a teacher’s pet? You scared the hell out of us.

Dylan yanked off his tie expressionlessly, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and revealed his sharp collarbones.

His wild, untamable vibe crashed back in a second.

He grabbed a pool cue, nodded at the corner couch. “Sit there.”

I took my seat and stayed still.

Dylan didn’t give me a single glance and began hitting the balls.

He hit hard, like he wanted to smash the table to pieces.

The people around gradually stopped talking. They could all feel that this guy was in the worst mood of his life.

A few girls in skimpy outfits walked over, flirting.

“Haven’t seen you, Dylan.” A curly-haired girl put her hand on his shoulder.

I sat in the corner, staring fixedly at that hand.

System: [Host, hold on! He’s testing you! Act jealous-show you care; if you don’t, he’ll think you don’t love him!]

I took a deep breath and stood up.

“Take your hand off him.”

My voice wasn’t loud, but cut through the silent hall perfectly.

The girl froze, turned, and sneered. “So this is the good girl who had him wrapped around her finger? You two still together?”

Dylan didn’t say anything. He just stopped playing and watched me with a half-smile.

Like he was watching a show.

I stepped to the table, shoved her away, and stood in front of Dylan.

“He has a girlfriend. What the hell is wrong with you?”

The girl stumbled back from my shove and immediately got pissed. “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, you little brat?”

The thugs around started egging it on.

Dylan still didn’t move. He even pulled out a cigarette, stuck it between his lips, but didn’t light it.

He just watched me, amused.

Like he was saying: Natalie, this isn’t school. No one’s going to spoil you here. Let’s see what you do.

I snatched the cigarette from Dylan’s mouth, threw it on the ground, and stomped it hard.

Then I grabbed his tie and yanked it down hard.

Dylan was caught off guard and forced to bend down.

I stood on my tiptoes and bit his lip.

Not a kiss.

A bite.

Filled with a year’s hurt, the System’s scares, and anger at how stupid he was.

The taste of blood spread in my mouth.

The whole place went dead silent.

Even the System forgot to scream.

A few seconds later. I pulled back and gasped, glaring. “Dylan, are you a dumbass?”

“I made you dye your hair black because the disciplinary director had his eyes on you every day. I wanted you to get your diploma!”

“I made you wear glasses because you wrecked your eyes staying up all night gaming, and the way you squinted at the blackboard was ugly as hell!”

“I made you button up because… your collarbones are so sexy, and no other girls get to see them!”

“And Simon…”

I yelled so loud my voice went hoarse. “He’s just my mom’s friend’s son. And guess what? He’s gay! He came back to introduce his boyfriend to his parents! What kind of jealousy trip are you on?