Chapter 4

He smirks, obviously liking the fact that I don't go by my name.

I just feel like its too old.

"Why are you here anyway....princess" he smirks, obviously figuring the only name I like, or go by, is Ally, the only person I can accept not calling me by 'Ally', is Caleb.

I guess the bad boy isn't so dumb.

"It's Ally, not princess" I shoot back glaring at him.

Great job Allison, that totally showed him.

note the sarcasm

"No but seriously, why are you...here? he asks casually gesturing around the neighborhood.

I didn't realize this before but this place is creepy, must be the bad part of town, you can see all the homeless drunks passed out on building steps and park benches, also the drunks stumbling home from the pub and stray dogs and cats scattered around, there was graffiti everywhere and i'm pretty sure that chick standing on the corner is a prostitute?

My suspicions are corrected when an old ute pulls up beside her and she gets in, bending over and swaying her hips.

The old ute drives past and honks at us, I look in the window and laugh historically when I see that the driver is Mario.

"What the fuck Allison" Chase shouts at me gesturing to my hysterical laughter.

Wow, bipolar much, one second he's calling me princess and teasing me the next he's shouting at me.

"That was Mario, the guy that picked up that prostitute," I say in between laughs.

"Princess, that's Mario's niece, not a prostitute, she goes to our school, her names Brittany"

Why do I have a bad feeling about tomorrow?

CHASE POV:

"Princess, that's Mario's niece, not a prostitute, she goes to our school, her names Brittany" I say smirking, Brittany is one of Chelsea's minions, Chelsea is the queen bee at our school, she's a real easy lay, not that bad either.

This chick has to be the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen, she has a nice tanned stomach with nice curves, and the way her brown hair falls, she doesn't even have to do anything to her hair and it looks perfect, she had bright blue eyes that sparkled when she was happy and little dimples when she smiled. She either was used to all the looks she got from other guys or completely oblivious, I don't think I saw one guy back at school who wasn't looking at her like a piece of meat.

What The Fuck?! I find girls hot, not gorgeous, I should probably make sure I still have a fucking dick.

Me and the guys were sitting at our usual spot this morning when I first saw her, we can see all the girls walk in the gates but they can't see us, I was smoking while the guys and I rated all the girls out of 10, it's something we do every morning. She was a 10 from first sight, and then this morning when she walked in on me and that redhead, it was entertaining to see her blush when I found her checking me out, but seriously, what's not to look at, have you seen me?

Anyways, her walking in on the boss and me was dangerous as fuck, no not gangs but underground fighting, I have been offered spots on gangs, Mario's brother owns a gang. I don't think I'll ever join a gang, I need money but not that desperately. I fight and race and that's enough, I can't bring Ava into gangs and shit, Mario's a dick, he makes me bring a gun in case I come across a cop.

Actually, I can't bring Ava or anyone else into my fucked life.

ALLISON POV:

"Where is your car?" Chase asked me, still a little tense from our in counter before.

I blushed and looked down while playing with my fingers, "I skated here".

"You're telling me that you skated here, alone, in the bad side of town, with rapists and drug dealers everywhere!?"

"Yes" I mumbled looking down, looking back on it, it really was stupid.

"And you're a girl?" He exasperated putting his arms up beside his head, I cowered away for a little on instinct but luckily he didn't notice, he was to busy being a sexist jerk.

"SO FUCKING WHAT IF I'M A GIRL?" I shouted, sexism was a sensitive subject for me, I've experienced it all first hand.

"YOU HAVE TO BE THE DUMBEST GIRL I'VE EVER COME ACROSS, YOU WALKED IN AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE, I JUST SAVED YOUR FUCKING LIFE" he shouted back using the same tone. "do you not watch the movies?" He asked a lot calmer.

"YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK YOU, NO ONE ASKED YOU TO HELP ME" and with that, I stormed away from the sexist jerk, skateboard under my arm.

Call me dramatic but no way am I ever gonna take sexism again, I may have overreacted but sexism just brings back memories that I don't exactly want to remember.

I heard a loud groan a fuck and then footsteps coming closer to me, soon enough my arm was pulled and I crashed into a rock hard chest, I swear I would have thought I crashed into a mother fucking wall if I didn't bump my head and then hear him chuckle.

I glared at him while rubbing my poor head. I swear I could have a god damn concussion.

"Ow" I exasperated, narrowing my eyes at him.

He has seriously great eyes.

Shut up you hormonal teenager.

Deciding to listen to the voice in my head I looked at him waiting for him to say anything.

"Sorry, just, just sorry" he said, obviously finding apologizing difficult. He just shook his head and looked me in the eye.

"I didn't mean to be an ass, and if you skated all the way here, there's not a chance in hell I will let you skate back so at least let me give you a ride".

I looked at Chase, he really did look sincere. I slowly nodded and he sighed, obviously relieved I didn't put up a fight. I agreed, secretly glad that I didn't have to skate home, alone, in the pitch black, on the bad side of town.

Why is the bad boy being nice to me?

He started walking towards the corner that the girl I thought was a prostitute stood, leaving me to follow behind him, not turning back to even make sure I was safe.

What a gentleman!!

I rolled my eyes at my judgmental mind and silently trailed behind him.

"Here we are, Princess, meet Lulu," he said motioning to a gorgeous black bike.

Lulu??

"The baddest boy in Ashtonville high has named his badass motorbike 'Lulu?'" I say smirking.

"You tell anyone and I swear I will strangle you" he says, also smirking. I could hear the amusement in his voice, it was faint, but there.

It was right at this moment I made myself a promise that would bring me both grief and joy, sadness and happiness, hate and love;

I, Allison Rose Reynalds, good girl/straight A student was gonna make the bad boy open up to me, I was going to whatever I had to do to achieve my goal;

I was gonna befriend the bad boy...