Bad Girl Broken, Jena Yao [best short books to read TXT] 📗

in, speeding off as the party people stepped out onto the front lawn. 

I rolled down out a window and was driving to the limit, just to get Ali home as quickly as possible.

And, of course. I didn't know her address.

I cursed and turned onto my street, parking in my garage. Hopefully she wouldn't mind if she stayed overnight. I picked her up and stepped into my empty house. My parents were out on one of their business trips again. They never really knew what went on with me or Lola, they were so busy. 

Carrying Ali upstairs, I set her down on my bed and grabbed a black T-shirt and sweatpants from my closet. I set them down on the nightstand and turned off the light. Sleep consumed me and I hesitantly laid down next to Ali, placing an arm around her thin waist before drifting off.

Chapter 9- Ali

 I woke up to a pounding in my head like no other.

Tiny fragments and pieces of last night drifted into my mind. Downing the bottle of tequila. Dancing. A guy leading me outside. Pain.

"Dammit." I sat up, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head. Damn tequila. I sat up and my eyes went wide when I saw the giant room. Shit. This was not my room.

I turned around and saw a group of photo frames hanging on the wall. I recognized the familiar face and freaked out. 

Blue eyes, brown hair, sharp jaw.

I was in Landon's room.

 "What the hell?" I mumbled, and tossed off the warm covers. I had never felt anything so soft. The material felt like a cloud, something I hardly ever got to touch because I slept on the wooden floors every night.

I noticed a pair of clothes sitting on the table next to me, by an alarm clock and a water bottle. My cell phone was sitting next to it as well, vibrating every few seconds. I groaned and slid off the bed, my uncomfortable dress making it even harder to stand.

I heard footsteps and turned to the door to see Landon leaning against the frame. His mouth was in a grim line and he walked towards me, grabbing the clothes and placing them in my hands.

"Go change," He ordered. I shrugged and followed his finger to the bathroom, knewing better than to speak and just make my hangover worse. I washed my face and combed my fingers through my hair, staring at my reflection when I was finished.

The red cut under my eye had become a scar, but it still hurt like hell when I brushed my finger over it. The slit on my lip was still pretty visible, but there were no bruises on my face that could be seen very clearly. I grabbed Landon's clothes and stared at them for a few seconds before shrugging them on. The black shit hung loosely to my curves, and the sweatpants were tightened two times so they could fit. I tightened them once more before stepping out.

Landon was laying on his bed, studying a photograph of him and a girl, their lips pressed together, arms around each other. He perked up when he heard me and dropped the photo, turning around to face me. His eyes roamed over my body and I studied them as they filled with lust and longing. 

He walked over to me and placed a hand on the small of my back, pressing me against the wall. I shivered at his touch and looked into his eyes. Why did this boy have such an effect on me?

"Do you remember what happened last night?" He said, his right hand still roaming around my lower back. I gasped when he put the other one on my thigh, and looked at his mouth, expecting him to smirk.

It stayed in a flat line.

"No, not really." I said, and the pounding in my head got ten times worse. "I was too drunk."

He looked surprised, but angry suddenly replaced his features. His jaw clenched and I stepped back before realising there was nowhere to go. 

"Do you remember that boy who lead you outside? He nearly killed you, Ali. He had his fist around your throat and he slammed you against the fence and he - he touched you there. Ali, he touched you." The whole thing spilled out of his mouth so fast I didn't have time to react before his lips were on mine. He pressed me against the wall and had his hands in my hair, his left hand tracing down my leg. I responded without thinking of the consequences and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing him closer to me. He moaned and I pulled back, letting go of him.

I slid out from under his arms and sat on the bed, hanging my head. Dammit. I was freaking ashamed. Not only had I let some random boy touch me last night in the worst area possible, but I was rubbing against Landon, the biggest player at our school. 

I was turning into a slut.

"I'm a slut," I burst out, a tear sliding down my cheek. I bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything else stupid.

I didn't look up at Landon as he walked towards me. He tilted my chin up with his finger and said gruffly, "Look at me."

I found myself staring into his crystal blue eyes. 

"You're not a slut." He stated. "You're my girl. You're the only girl I want to kiss, alright? And don't do that."

"Do what?" I asked sharply. His mouth turned up into a smirk and I resisted the urge to slap him across the face to wipe it off.

"That." He nodded to where my teeth were clamped down on my lip. "Stop. It makes me want you, and I don't want anything to happen that you'll regret. Or not regret."

"Shut up, asshole!"

He feigned hurt, placing a hand over his heart. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Did I tell you that you look sexy in my clothes?"

"I wear your clothes better than you ever will." I smirked and pushed past him, wiping the wet tear away with my hand. I grabbed my phone and checked the texts I had gotten overnight.

James had sent me one saying he would stay at a friends overnight, but in a much more offensive way. I snorted and deleted it so Landon wouldn't see it. Another was from Lola asking if I was ok, and I texted back I was fine. She must have stayed at someone's house last night. 

I looked up and Landon was gone, so I rushed downstairs. He was talking to someone on the phone, holding the phone in one hand and bracing himself against the counter with the other. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and settled down on one of the chairs. 

He motioned for me to go outside, listening to the person on the other end of the line. I walked out the front door, bracing myself in my heels, and saw my motorbike lounging on the driveway. I had never been so happy to see it. I just wanted to get away from Landon.

I slung one leg over as Landon came outside. He looked surprised that I was already trying to get away from him, but his face turned expressionless again as he smirked. 

"You're leaving already?" His eyes roamed around my motorcycle and then up my body. Horndog.

"Why? You're gonna chase me?" I joked.

His smirk turned into a full grin and he dashed into his house before coming back with a set of keys. He opened his car door and stepped inside, rolling the window down.

"Yeah, I think I will." He said, watching me.

I felt a smile rise on my face. Forget James. I could suffer through a rough beating tonight. I deserved a little fun once in a while.

I realised Landon was staring at me and scoffed.

"Fine," I said, turning on my motorcycle and backing out of the driveway. "Let's do it."

Chapter 10- Landon

Damn, this girl could have been a drifter or something.

Ali pretty much just sped through cars on the road without stopping or apologizing, and I was forced to do the same. I had never seen a girl look so bad-ass; most of the girls I had slept with had Beetle's or something girly.

I am so sexist.

I watched as Ali turned onto an abandoned road that had barely any traffic. I followed her grinning, sharply turning my car. I sped up and she noticed it, twisting the throttle on her motorbike. Shifting into a different lane, I caught up to her and grinned through the window.

"I thought you could go faster than that." I stated.

Ali smirked and pressed her foot on the gas of her Ducati, driving off. She hadn't put on her helmet, which was strapped to the back of her motorbike. I sighed and drove after her. 

"Slow down," I moaned.

Ali just laughed, but she agreed and traveled beside me. Even over the roar of her bike, she said, "You looked so surprised the first day I came into the parking lot."

I flushed at the thought. I had actually been really surprised when she had taken off her helmet to reveal herself. I'd contained the wide eyes and jaw-dropping, though. Daniel and Rick didn't really care - they stared forever.

"Shut up." I managed. "What did you expect?" 

She chuckled. I didn't understand how she could ride that damn bike with those heels and no helmet. She is going to get herself killed one day.

She noticed me staring and took her eyes off the road for a second, looking down at her shoes. She giggled and bit her lip, causing me to go hard. Fuck.

I shifted and she looked up, still clamping her teeth on her bottom lip. Her eyes widened and she started guffawing, resting her head on the head of her bike. She didn't even rear off the road. I finally found a comfortable position so my erection didn't press against my pants.

Ali stopped laughing and looked up at me. I could see she was biting her cheek to hold it in. I glared at her and she wheezed out a breath, stopping abruptly. Her hair fell in face and she puffed it out of the way.

"I'm sorry - it's just that the tiniest things girls do will make guys horny." She said, smiling cheekily. 

She had changed so much since the first day of school. She seemed so much more...comfortable now. She had loosened up a lot - but she was still a goddamn