Bad Influence Chapter 23
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👩❤️👨 Bad Influence: ❣️
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- 𝙒𝙚 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨*
𝘿𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘚𝘜𝘊𝘒𝘚!
How long would I keep lying on my bed in sadness? I’ve lost my appetite and will to do anything these days and I’m not sure if Taylor is waiting for the millionth time to reach before she finally forgives me.
Having a thing with Derek was a mistake. I promised her it wouldn’t ever repeat itself ever gain. Derek has taught me my lesson but sometimes mostly at night, I feel hot, I miss his touch and kisses and how right he makes my body –
𝘕𝘰! 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. I wrapped my blanket around my body, facing the wall. It’s been almost two weeks, and Taylor and I are sleeping like strangers on the same bed. I don’t want to be here anymore, I just want to go back home where I’d go back to mummy’s good girl and focus on getting better grades.
I didn’t know how I fell asleep but I did while trying not to dream of Derek again… Ever again. The next morning, Taylor already showered and left while I was in the closet fishing for what to wear. I stared at the new clothes I got earlier, a short skirt, crop shirt, and dress with v cut. I lied to my mom that I bought them because it was summer and I didn’t want to feel hot but the truth she didn’t know was that I bought them so Derek would think I was sexy.
I angrily packed the clothes and threw them out of the closet. I looked at the makeup kit I bought on the table. I also did that so Derek would think I’m beautiful. I angrily pushed them off the table then my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror.
Look at me, blonde hair, I also did that because I thought Derek liked blonde girls. I practically changed myself for him and let him touch me in my private parts. I think I’ve ruined myself and it’s all my fault. I grabbed the scissors from the table and picked a bunch of my hair ready to cut them when I heard my mom’s voice.
“Dove, what are you doing? Why are you trying to cut your hair” She had a surprised look on her face while standing by the door.
I need her, I did my mom, I need someone to hug and tell them everything but I can’t tell her. I burst out in tears and my mom came to me. She stared at the room, looking at the mess I’d made before squatting beside me and pulling me for a hug.
“What’s wrong darling? Talk to mummy” She says and I just continue to cry. “I don’t what happened to you but I think you’re just having a bad day, you’d be fine,” Mom tells me.
But if it’s been going on for more than a week now then it’s more than a bad day, right?
“I’m just tired mom, I’m tired of everything and summer. I wanna go back home and I wanna go back to school” I cried.
“Oh dear, you’re homesick. I promise you’ll get over it. Come downstairs and have some cookies” Mom stood up, held my hand, and pulled me up. “I’ll spare the fact that your room is looking all messed up like this because you are not okay but once you’re better you’re coming back to clean up”
I roll my eyes. Mom will always be mom so of course she’d always remember I have a clean-up to do after every breakdown. We got downstairs and she took me to the kitchen, the first person I saw was the last person I wished to see.
𝘋𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬.
He felt someone in the kitchen and turned to stare at us. His eyes met mine and he held contact for the first time since that night he walked away.
He’s putting on an oversized hoodie that covers his hair. It’s what he has been wearing for close to two weeks now and somehow I think he doesn’t look too well. Did the thing we had to paint him blue or am I starting to be delusional again?
𝘕𝘰 𝘋𝘰𝘷𝘦! 𝘞𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦! 𝘞𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.
I tore my gaze away from his face and looked at other things around me.
“Aunt Lauren, good morning” He also ignored me to talk to my mom. He was holding a bottle of milk as well as a bowl of series.
“Dove isn’t feeling well so I thought she’d need a glass of milk and cookies,” Mom says to him.
“Oh?” His gaze was on mine again. Thank you, mom.
“The cookies are in the cupboard. Should I get it or what does she think of pizza, I can order a fast one” Is he planning to play a caring big brother now? Dang, this boy can act and the award for the best male actor goes to Derek Hale. A drum roll, please.
The ringtone of my mom’s phone interrupted. She looks at the caller ID and us. “I’ll have to take this important call, I’ll leave Derek to watch over you, I’ll be back” She adds.
No Mom, don’t leave me, don’t leave me here with him, don’t… Ah, she’s gone now. I’m starting to feel uncomfortable around Derek, ever since that night we haven’t encountered each other. I don’t even know what to say. Why didn’t I go to work today!?
“You know you don’t have to watch over me right” I muttered as I found my way to the cupboard to get the cookies but it was too high for my reach, no matter how hard I raised my legs, I just cant seem to reach it.
Suddenly I felt a shadow behind me and a familiar scent hit me. 𝘍𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘋𝘰𝘷𝘦, I told myself. He’s standing behind me, close. He suddenly leans towards my ear and I can feel his hot breath. “You sure you don’t need me” His voice, was deep, low, intoxicating.
He shouldn’t have this much effect on me again. I hate him now. That’s what I told myself that night but I don’t get what’s with me now. Is it because I’m such a kid who doesn’t have control over her body? Damn me!
My breathing hitches, I couldn’t speak as I watched Derek’s hands effortlessly past my head to take the cookies I’d been climbing mountains to get.
“I asked a question earlier but you didn’t reply. What did you say about not needing me again?” He asked. I can’t see his face but I know he must be smirking.
I try not to tap my cheeks because I’m sure they are red now. I collected the cookies from him and took a plate then began emptying it on the plate.
“Your mom said you’re not feeling well, what’s going on?” He casually asks.
Stop talking to my asshole.
“None of your business” I replied.
“Come on Dove” he drew out a sigh. He called my name for the first time in almost two weeks now and I turned to stare at him.
𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩-
I remembered his last words to me that night. He promised never to leave me ever again but he failed to keep that promise and pushed me away for the fourth time. There won’t be a fifth time, I promised myself.
“Not because you helped me with cookies then we are suddenly friends. Stay away from me Derek” I warned him then I took my cookies and left. I’ll come back for the milk when he’s no longer in the kitchen.
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