The Bad Boy's First Love

A light tap on my shoulder woke me from my deep slumber. I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep but thankfully, I wasn’t on public transportation. I looked to my right to see the car door wide open and my younger brother was peeping his head inside, trying to wake me up.

“Get up sleepy head, we’re here!” Nathan said excitedly, but he kept his voice hushed.

I nodded sleepily and rubbed at my eyes with the palms of my hand as I got out of the car slowly. I was moving away from my hometown in Kansas to a small town called Rosewater that bordered Colorado. I would be attending college at Rosewater University, so my brothers were here to drop me off and make sure I was all settled in. My parents would’ve been here too if work hadn’t held them back, and as much as I wanted to get away from their overprotective hold, I’m happy that my brothers are here to help me move in.

I looked up at the apartment building that we had stopped in front of. It was a small building; six apartments in total with the landlord living in one of them, but it was nice and located in a good neighborhood. The balcony of each apartment was decorated with several flowering plants and the building itself was a light yellow color, making it a perfectly picturesque view. The only empty veranda was on the first floor, but I planned on gardening since that’s one thing I could never give up. I liked making things grow, be it vegetables or flowers and I liked to cook, which was why there was an entire bag in the trunk of Stephen’s car that had herb seedlings for me to plant.

Stephen, my older brother, had dark brown hair and green eyes like our father while both Nathan and I had black hair and blue eyes from our mother. However, anyone could tell that we were siblings just by looking at us; actually, we looked more like triplets with our similar facial features and builds, even though Stephen was four years older than me and Nathan a year younger.

“You like it?” Stephen asked eagerly, shifting from one foot to the other. He had been the one to pick out the house on the internet and since this was my first time seeing it, I could understand his nervousness.

I nodded my head, managing to form a very small smile which probably looked more like a grimace. It was enough for Stephen, though, because the grin he returned was humongous. He started pulling me with him inside the building, but not before unloading my bags from the trunk and carrying one with him upstairs. Nathan followed, with the remaining bags, which weren’t a lot since I planned on going shopping soon for new clothes.

My apartment was on the first floor, on the right side of the building. Stephen unlocked the door with the keys that the landlord had provided us with and we stepped inside, into a small living room. It might be very small compared to my parental home but it was big enough for me. I didn’t want anything huge or posh. I was here to study, not throw rowdy college parties. Although Stephen objected to me not throwing parties, he understood that I liked to keep to myself and he knew that I hated noisy areas, which is why this apartment was on a quiet street. Not that there were that many busy streets in Rosewater, it was a decent-sized town and most of the students lived in the dorms on campus.

Furniture had already been brought in and my brothers had decorated it for me a couple weeks ago, so all I had to bring were my clothes, pillows and comforters, my college books and the barest of essentials that I’d need for my everyday life.

I looked around the house first while my brothers stored my bags away and started organizing things. The living room was a pale yellow color with one big and a small couch. There was also a small wooden coffee table and a chest of drawers with a small indoor fern on top. There were two wooden doors, one of which led to a fairly large kitchen with an oven and a few utensils and a fridge already provided by the landlord. The kitchen walls were a light shade of red and the fridge was a pretty cherry color. I moved to the bedroom, which was a nice size and had an en suite bathroom. The bedroom was painted pink with large green flower-like patterns. There was a king-sized bed, which is one thing I can’t compromise on because I move around a lot in my sleep, a large closet and a dressing table with a large mirror. The bathroom had black tiles with a counter, sink and a small cupboard.

“It’s pretty,” I told my brothers once I came out of the room, who wore broad smiles on their faces, obviously proud of themselves for choosing the color and decorations. They knew me pretty well, which wasn’t at all surprising because we were a tight unit.

“I’m glad you like it,” Stephen said. “Now let’s help you unpack so we can go have dinner and be on our way and out of your hair as soon as possible.”

I nodded and we got started on our task. Since we had already had lunch on our way, we weren’t that hungry. By the time we were done it was nearly six in the afternoon. So, we headed out to a nearby grocery store and bought a whole month’s worth of groceries to stock up my new house and then we had dinner at a small diner across the street.

It was 7:49 pm when we got back, and my brothers had a long drive back home, so they got ready to leave. Nathan gave me a huge hug and a kiss on each cheek; he had tears in his eyes as we stood by the car, saying our goodbyes until we saw each other again in a couple months.

“Don’t cry, kid, I’ll visit as much as I can and we can talk or facetime whenever you want,” I told him as I returned his hug and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

“Yeah, but it won’t be the same as having you around all the time.” He spoke sadly and then climbed into the car to wait for Stephen after giving me one final hug.

Stephen was next and he engulfed me in a huge bear hug. Stephen was about 6’ 2” and had an athletic body with large muscles while Nathan was 5’11” with a lean build. I was 5’ 8” and a bit on the skinny side so he easily engulfed me in his arms.

“Take care, love, and if anything happens or you feel uneasy, you come right back, ok?” Stephen ordered, but the concern was clear in his eyes.

“Yes, I promise,” I told him, hugging him tightly before letting go.

“And don’t hesitate to use those awesome skills that I taught you, if necessary,” he joked but I knew he was dead serious. I nodded my head and he gave me a final kiss on the forehead and was off.

I waved goodbye and even though my heart was breaking into pieces as I watched them leave, I didn’t show any emotion on my face. More like I couldn’t…I had a brain injury.

This is the main reason I moved away from my hometown; to get away from my past, a past I don’t think will ever stop haunting me.

I woke up with a start at the sound of my alarm going off and groaned, covering both my ears with my hands. Damn it! New semester starts today and I’m gonna be late again. I yawned and sat up in my bed while rubbing the sleep from my eyes and then slammed my hand down on top of the annoying alarm clock, effectively cracking it in half. How many alarm clocks did I crack this month again? I’ve lost count.

I heard a soft groan from behind me and looked, only to find the girl I slept with last night snuggling deeper into my comforters. I sighed. I should’ve known better, I thought to myself, mentally preparing myself for what was about to come.

“Hey! Get up!” I said shaking her gently as I got up and put my boxers on.

She woke up slowly and sat up in my bed, letting the covers fall to her waist to expose her voluptuous form. She gave me a seductive smile but it vanished instantly as soon as she saw my expression. She was pretty, with shoulder length light brown hair and brown eyes but I don’t do girlfriends and I had already made it clear last night…which she obviously thought would change after I slept with her. “You need to go home, I have to get to class,” I said firmly as I walked to my closet.

“Le-leave…b-but why?” she asked pathetically, tears forming in her eyes, which already had smudged liner on them. Now that I look at her, she has too much makeup on, which made her skin look like it was melting.

“Because I need to get to class, and you probably have school too!” I said as I chose which t-shirt to wear. At least I had maids to keep things clean or I’d be walking through a pile of garbage to even get out of my room. I wasn’t exactly into cleaning, a habit I was trying to change but to no avail.

“B-but I thought…” she trailed off, stuttering. Tears were probably streaming down her face by now and she was going to make a scene in a few minutes when she realized blackmailing me with tears wouldn’t get her anywhere.

“Look, kid,” I spoke exaggerated, turning to face her. “I told you this yesterday before we fucked; I don’t do girlfriends. I warned you that this would mean nothing and you agreed. And don’t you dare give me bullshit about being drunk because I know very well that you weren’t! Or have you forgotten your little speech about how you’ve done this a million times and you don’t even plan on staying the night with me? Now get your shit together and get out!” I yelled, losing my patience. Next time, I’ll remember to pen down an agreement and make the girls fucking sign it before we fuck! And if that makes be a bastard then so be it, but I was done with women thinking they could ‘fix’ the hotshot bad boy by sleeping with him.

I turned towards her and watched as her lips trembled and she quickly scrambled out of bed and dove for her clothes. After she had them on, she ran out of the room like she was being chased by hell hounds.

I sighed in relief and turned back to my closet, taking out a dark green t-shirt with some black denims and headed for the shower. I showered quickly and dressed in my chosen attire before running my hands through my short black hair to stop it from sticking straight up. It was cut short so that no one could grab it during a fight, but not so short that it looked like a military cut.

And yes, you heard it right. I did just say that I fight, and not just street fights, but boxing and hand-to-hand combat. I want to join the Navy SEAL once I graduate. I want to be just like my older brother, a strong and intelligent officer, or at least that’s what he was when he still had his legs. He lost them in a bombing accident, and then he was forced to quit. Now he works as a computer trainer and owns a gym that trains future officers or people who want a career in boxing and wrestling.

I grabbed my phone and wallet on my way out and had a quick breakfast. The house staff had laid out two hard boiled eggs, buttered toast, and a glass of orange juice on the dining table for me and I devoured them in quick bites before gulping down the juice. Then I grabbed my keys and made my way out. My bike was already parked in the driveway, so I got on and stared the engine. I was about to speed my way out the front gate when I noticed how the flower pots had been turned over and broken and were now lying in my way. “Bitch!” I muttered under my breath and drove sideways, avoiding the sharp pieces and heading to class, leaving the gardeners to deal with the mess.

There were some advantages of being the son of two millionaires. My dad was a hotel magnate and my mom’s a hardcore lawyer with international clientele. I have no idea how that match even happened but it did and that was how my elder brother Derek and I were born. I don’t know who we took after since both our parents had a wild streak, but us brothers wanted to do some good in the world—save lives and all that shit. At least that’s what Derek had been in the navy for, but me? I just wanted the adrenaline rush.

Having difficult jobs had always kept our parents out of the house for long months at a time, they were hardly even home for the holidays, and I’d been raised by nannies. Derek was ten years my senior so he had been off to college even before I had turned eight and then I had been all alone in this humongous mansion. But that’s been fine by me. I was used to being alone and it had given me all the freedom in the world.

When I reached the gates of Rosewater University, the college was buzzing. There were students everywhere and there were plenty of new faces that I’d never seen before. But I wasn’t interested in the new faces as some of the boys in this college were. For them, the new semester meant new pussy. For me it meant some stupid asshole would hear rumors about me and try to challenge me into a fight to prove whose dick was bigger. I didn’t have time for such assholes, neither did I care when they crawled back home to their mommies with broken body parts.

I was currently in my second year of Uni, studying criminology. I know it was more on the science of why crimes happen and shit, but I wanted to get into the heads of the criminals, know what they were thinking before they commit a crime. My mom often told me, whenever she was home at least, that there were many ways to prevent a crime from happening and some of it was done by convincing the criminal not to do it. It worked in rare cases and it was one of a few speeches my mother had ever given me, so I’d taken it to heart.

Anyway, that’s what I was in college for. So I entered the Uni grounds and went to park my bike in the parking lot, in my usual spot. It was a spot reserved for me and everyone knew it; even the new kids had been warned, but today, I found a bicycle taking up my parking space.

“What the fuck!” I snapped at the bicycle. Who in their right fucking mind would ever want to park in my space? Were they not warned?

I turned to look for the owner of the bike but one of the first year boys came rushing over to me instead. “I warned her!” The kid was telling me. “But she just wouldn’t listen. She said the space didn’t say reserved, nor did it have your name on it, so she parked anyway.”

“Did she now?” I smirked and killed the engine before getting off my bike. I walked over to the bicycle and was about to throw it out of the campus grounds when a female voice rang out over the buzz of gossip.

“Touch my bike and you’re dead.”