The Bad Boy I Met On Christmas Eve - S01 E18

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The Bad Boy I Met On Christmas Eve - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

I woke up this morning feeling super hungover. Seems like my liver hadn't done a good job of detoxification.

Since today is a Saturday, though, I decided to just stay home and play some video games.

My xbox was in my room so that helped wonders. Plus, all my discs are in my bedside drawer.

"Hmm..." I mumbled, running a finger through and scanning for a game. "Ah, Grand Theft Auto."

"Bro, did you come home late last night?" my sister's head popped through my slightly ajar door just as I put the disc in and got the setup loading.

I shrugged. "Maybe."

"You don't usually come home at 1am, Alex. Where have you been? You reek of alcohol!" she eyed me suspiciously as she made her way in and plopping herself down on my bed beside me.

"At Everest's."

"Oh brother, you know he's just trying to gather people for his all-men liquor parties. Also, I heard some guy named Brock reels people in to 'bring out the gay in them'," Alexa whispered.

"Yes, I was fully aware of that after yesterday, sis. Now will you just leave me alone? Your presence is lagging my xbox system."

Alexa looked at me but I didn't look back. She sighed and nodded. "Fine."

Once my sister left my room, I rolled my eyes. She was younger than me but so naggy. And by younger, I mean she came out of our mother five minutes after me.

The screen finally loaded and as I started throwing grenades at random people chilling on the beach, lots of thoughts about last night filled my mind.

Damn, did I really just give Lionel my number? And why didn't I tell anyone I had a girlfriend? How many people did I kiss, anyway? And how much did I even drink?!

I switched my weapon to an AK-47 and started a rapid fire at more random people, this time in a cafe.

If you didn't play GTA, you're really missing out. This was such a great way to vent your anger on humans. You actually have to be at least 18 to play this, but I had my parents buy it for me so it wasn't an issue at the gaming shop.

"Boom boom! You're going down, lady!" I yelled, pressing the buttons on my controller furiously to run forward at full speed.

The woman in her light pink dress screamed and I was about to shoot her when my phone rang.

I cursed as the woman ran away and I picked up my phone roughly, annoyed at whoever called and determined to shut them up.

"HELLO?!" I shouted.

There were sobs on the other end. I softened my tone and tried again. "Hello?"

"Al-Alex?" the person - girl, to be precise - on the other end whispered. "Can you come over?"

Oh dear. I knew I sorta messed up by shouting. "Dalanie? Sorry for shouting, princess. I really didn't mean to. What's wrong, my pretty girl? I'll be over in ten."

"Thank you, Al."

Not bothering to turn my console off, I put down the controller, grabbed my black leather jacket and ran to the garage to get my Harley Davidson all ready to go.

"I'll be there soon, Dal. Don't worry princess," I muttered, ferociously revving the engine.

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STORY CONTINUES BELOW

"Babes what happened? You look so messed up!" I gasped when I saw Dal's dried tears on her face. And those beautiful eyes were now bloodshot.

She didn't answer me, so I pulled her into a hug and stroked her hair gently. My favourite dark green hoodie was now wet with tears but quite surprisingly, Dal mattered more to me than a hoodie.

"K-Kristen's now on Francesca's side," she murmured, barely audible.

"WHAT?!" I bellowed. "How could such a thing happen?!"

"I don't know..." she hugged me tighter and I returned it.

"Don't worry, princess. We'll do something about this."

Dalanie nodded, buying what I said. Seems like she's up to the point where she might even be willing to sacrifice her life to get her best friend back.

Alright, that didn't make sense but you get me, right? Yes, of corse you do.

Anyway, see? I love Dalanie so much. I'm not gay and despite what Brock said about 'bringing the gay out', that ain't happening with me anytime soon.

My hand slid down Dalanie's arm and I took her hand lightly, then lifted her chin with a finger.

"Smile, baby cactus cake," I made the most hilarious face I could think of at that moment.

It worked.

"What's a baby cactus cake?" Dal stopped sobbing and tried real hard not to laugh.

"Something I made up," I winked and pulled her out to the front porch of her house. "Okay, cactus. I'm bringing you for coffee."

"It solves everything," she nodded slowly.

"Glad we're on the same page," I smirked.

"But I sure hope you're treating me, Al," she replied and we both laughed.

"Defo," I put my arm around her waist and kissed her on the forehead.

Dal climbed behind me on my Harley and we drove away to the nearest café with a great ambience.

See, guys? I'm not gay. And Brock can't make me, so relax okay? wink Though I can't promise you that, since things can always happen. Who knows what the author will do?

"Al... thank you for being mine," Dal whispered, leaning her head on my back.

I would hug her if I could, but I'm currently riding a shiny black Harley.

"Thank you too, Dallie," I grinned, but immediately took back my grin.

Dalanie hates being called 'Dallie' and that's just what I had to call her at a time like this!

I gulped and muttered a soft 'sorry', at the same time hoping not to get pounded.

"It's fine," she replied, much to my surprise and hugged me even tighter.

"Oh... okay. But I won't call you that again," I softened.

Dal didn't reply me.

STORY CONTINUES BELOW

We reached the café and I parked my bike, then took my girl's hand and we marched into the store with pride.

"One green tea latte and one caramel frappe with whipped cream. Both large," I said loudly, taking my order.

The petite girl behind the counter nodded and told us to take a seat.

"We'll bring you your drinks, sir."

Dalanie let go of my hand and skipped off happily to get a seat, but immediately halted a few steps later.

"What happened?" I asked, looking at her frozen in action. My eyes moved up to see - Zachary. And Kora. Together.

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BACK TO DALANIE'S POV

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It was really great that Alex brought me out for drinks. I really needed that.

But it wasn't so great when I stoned in the middle of the cafe the moment I saw Zachary and Kora together.

"What happened?" I could hear Alex behind me, asking in a concerned tone.

For a few seconds there, the both of us stood there like idiots in awkward silence.

Zachary and Kora seemed to feel that someone was watching them, because they stopped talking altogether and turned to look at us.

"Let's go," Alex said and took my arm, attempting to drag me away. But I didn't budge. Instead, I walked right up to them.

"You really affected me, Zac. Thank you so much. And Kora. Wow, you must be so happy that Kristen is now on your side," I said, as if daring them to say something bad in return.

"Kristen's on your side? What is she talking about?" Zachary leaned over and asked softly yet loud enough for me to hear.

"It isn't what it seems, Dalanie," Kora shushed Zachary and tried to reassure me.

"Everything isn't what it seems!!" I yelled, gaining the attention of everyone at the scene.

"Uh, Dal? We really should go," Alex tugged my sleeve.

"NO!" I shrieked and shook his hand off. But after a second, I apologised and agreed that we should go.

"Wait," I heard Zachary's familiar heavy footsteps come up behind me. "You left your drinks."

Alex grabbed them roughly from his hand and forcefully muttered a 'thank you'. Zachary seemed to want to smile, but tried very hard to hold it back.

I grabbed hold of Alex's slightly muscular arm and pulled him away. "Let's go to your place. I wanna play Grand Theft Auto."

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"Steal that car and let's get out of here!" Alex shouted. I followed his instructions and we were soon on the way back to our hidden hideout deep in the mountains.

"That was some fine teamwork there!" I turned and hi-fived Alex.

Grand Theft Auto was way too fun and before I knew it, it was dinner time.

"Hey Dalanie, why don't you stay for dinner?" Alexa poked her head through the ajar door and smiled. "My parents have cooked your share."

STORY CONTINUES BELOW

"I suppose I could stay, if it's not too inconvenient..." I shrugged shyly.

"It's never too inconvenient," Al put a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Alright then," I said. "Just lemme text my parents first."

"Dinner will be ready in ten. Get ready," Alexa winked.

"C'mon. Don't wanna be late for food," Al squeezed my cheeks and I made a blown-up pufferfish face in response.

We turned off the console and heads down for dinner, Alex's arm around my waist. It's been pretty long since I last felt so secure, really.

"Hello, darling! I believe we've never had a proper and formal conversation, am I correct?" Mrs Oesterling smiled.

Wow. She was really pretty. Soft, wavy brunette hair, pale green eyes and casual office clothing underneath her flowery pink apron.

"Hello, Mrs Oesterling! Yes, that's right. I hope I can get to know you and Mr Oesterling well!" I greeted. "I'm really sorry that you had to take the trouble to cook dinner for me during our first meeting."

"Don't worry about it! It's my pleasure. Take a seat. We'd like to know more about you," Mrs Oesterling replied. "I should be the one to apologise. There were some emergency matters at work, so my husband and I had to rush back to deal with them. We run the company OLING. Family business, actually. We deal with clothes."

No wonder they were so rich. With Alex owning his personal Harley and Xbox.

I was actually starting to get nervous. Maybe because of the fact that they were all so rich and here I was...

But Alex seemed to have sensed it because he said 'chillax' and kissed the side of my forehead. "Don't feel too pressurised, princess." Then he lowered his voice. "I can always try to sneak some apparel back for you."

I laughed at that and relaxed a little.

"I heard it," his mum said. "But yes, if you fancy any clothing at any of our stores, feel free to take them. Just tell the salespeople that you're my son's girlfriend."

"Thank you so much, but I might never do that. It's not so nice to take your products like that," I politely declined.

"It's not so nice if you reject me either..." Mrs Oesterling sang. "You never know, my dear. You might just set your eyes on something that shines out."

"That's true," I chuckled.

"Jarrett, Alexa, come and help prepare the table!" Mrs Oesterling smiled at me before calling the rest of her family from the kitchen.

"It's okay, I can help," I offered and took the bunch of forks and knives on the kitchen counter.

"How can I let you do that?" Mrs Oesterling rushed towards me and gently took the cutlery from my hands.

"I insist."

She looked me in the eye with genuine kindness and agreed to let me help. Within five, the table was set and I was tucking in to the scrumptious feast laid out before me.

We said grace and got on with eating.

"So, Dalanie. Care to tell us more about yourself?" Mr Oesterling seemed really interested.

"Sure. As you all know, I'm Dalanie McNeill. 17 this year and am in Parkvale High. I enjoy gaming, reading and sports."

"That's a really nice shade of tan you've got there, Dalanie. I noticed," Mrs Oesterling nodded, admiring my skin.

I laughed nervously and thanked her.

"So, how did you meet my son? When did you start liking him?" Mr Oesterling asked.

"Jarrett, give the girl some space," Mrs Oesterling eyed him.

I looked down shyly and Alex took my hand and rubbed circles on my palm.

"Sorry," he laughed.

"It's fine," I said. "On a separate note, this chicken is really yummy. Although I don't like cooking, I like eating."

"You're not alone," the family execpt Mrs Oesterling answered in unison.

"Well I love cooking and eating," she pointed out. "But that's okay. At least we can both eat."

That comment earned a laugh from everyone. It feels like tonight will be a great night.

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