The Bad Boy's Type by marietom8725 at Inkitt

Chapter 1 - You Rejected My High-Five Request.

Chapter 1 - “You Rejected My High-Five Request.”

“OW! OW!”I clutched my foot and yelped in pain as Noah hissed in realization as he quickly took his hand off my foot.

“Shit! Fuck! Sorry!” He yelped in actual guilt. “Shit Ames I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking and...”

I burst out laughing because my best friend had actually bought the false act I put on.

Noah glared at me with his chocolate brown eyes as I howled in laughter. “Why did you make me think I made your foot hurt?”

I smiled at him, laughing. “Because it’s funny.”

“No, it wasn’t. You know you’re supposed to be resting your foot. You made me think I broke it.” Noah chided. “Idiot.”

He popped a popcorn into his mouth before letting his eyes go back to the giant flat screen TV at the other end of my living room.

I rolled my eyes and sighed inaudibly as Noah went on being dramatic.

Noah Parker, my one and only best friend. He was one knucklehead who had the weirdest thoughts and ladies actually enjoyed that. He was a major ladies’ man and it was the biggest mystery how girls were dying to sleep with him. He had a long string on one night stands and I’m pretty sure he had slept with almost all the girls in our school. Well, I couldn’t blame them. He was like a younger version of Will Smith. A smooth talker, tall, black and had a million dollar smile that made girls fan themselves as we walked down the hall.

“You know, I’m kinda bored.” I commented.

Noah seemed to read my mind and started shaking his head. “No. Nuh-uh. No way in hell.”

“Oh come on.” I whined. “Just one?”

Noah scoffed. “Ames if your mom gets to know I allowed you to play basketball, I am going to be stabbed like a shish kabob.”

“But Noah, we have a tournament coming up and as the captain of our team, I need to be able to play.” I tried to reason with him but he didn’t budge.

“I don’t care if you’re the captain of the Olympics basketball team and you have a game tomorrow, you’re not playing for the next one week. Get over it.”

I opened my mouth but he cut me off again. “Keep talking and it’ll become two weeks.”

“You are so lucky I have a broken foot.” I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’d be on the floor right now otherwise.”

Noah rolled his eyes at my empty threat. “Yeah yeah and you’d be kicking my ass Popeye-style. Now shut your mouth and watch your cartoons.”

I grumbled to myself, my eyes roaming back to my foot that was propped up on the coffee table at my house. The last basketball practice Coach had put us through was sort of rough but I had grown accustomed to it since I had been working with the same Coach ever since I joined the team and until now, captain of the team.

Because of a stupid mistake of one of the teammates, I went home with a swollen foot last week. The school nurse recommended a few days of rest and no extra pressure on my leg. I still remember her wagging a finger in my face strictly as she emphasized the words ‘no basketball’ while I sat in her room bouncing a basketball on a wall.

The week had been hard for me since I couldn’t throw a ball into a hoop or even dribble it but Noah here had kept me distracted but I couldn’t just forget my passion that easily. But I still appreciated his efforts.

It had almost been a week and I was eager to go back on the court but right now I wanted to forget about my leg and do something else other than just watching Popeye beating another guy to a pulp.

If you hadn’t figured it out yet, I’m a seventeen year old that watched cartoons. There wasn’t anything special about me. I was just simple, that average girl. I was taller than most girls my age and I used it to my advantage because I played professional basketball. According to my mother, I had my dad’s blue eyes and his dark brown hair that fell to my shoulders and just like him I was obsessed with basketball.

I saw Noah switch off his phone and turn to me. “I’m boooored.” He drawled out.

I groaned. A Noah who was bored wasn’t anything but havoc. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the guy, but him being bored was like a ticking time bomb. One wrong move and you’ve signed your death warrant.

He tilted his head to lay it on my shoulder and looked at me, expectantly. “What do you wanna do?” I saw his phone screen light up and Noah opened it up.

I looked at the screen as a million thoughts flew through my mind, most of them having something to do with strangling Noah because he wouldn’t let me play. “We could go to the mall, get some hot dogs or-”

No way!” Noah exclaimed as a smile appeared on his face, eyes fixated on his phone.

“What is it?” I asked, peering over his shoulder.

He looked at me and blinked. “Liam Beckett’s back and he’s hosting a party down at the cliff spot right now.”

He was practically jumping in place with excitement.

“Who?” I asked, not really interested as I propped my elbow below my shoulder and spread out my legs on the rest of the couch. I wouldn’t say I wasn’t the party type but I didn’t particularly enjoy it either. I just never got the appeal of it. What was so appealing about watching your guy friends try and flirt with girls while awkwardly dancing to loud music?

I heard Noah scoff as I flipped through the channels and landed on a re -run of Tom and Jerry “You haven’t heard of Liam Beckett?”

I didn’t take my eyes off the TV, uninterested. “Nope, why? Should I know him?”

“Um, he’s literally everywhere. Probably because his uncle’s a big businessman and all but he’s like an alumni of Crestview High.” Noah re-adjusted his body so he could see me. “And have you seen him? He’s one hot piece of ass. I’ve heard girls have paid him to go out with him and maybe more, if you know what I mean?” He raised a hand, expecting me to high five it but I shook my head.

“You rejected my high five request.” Noah pouted, slowly bringing his hand down.

I looked at him, furrowed my eyes. “What’s a high five request?”

“It’s like a friend request but with a high five.” He raised his hand again, smiling. “Will you accept?”

I shook my head at his dumb statement and slapped his hand as he smiled in satisfaction. “You’re weird Parker.”

“Says the seventeen year old who watches reruns of a show meant for four year olds.” Noah pointed out.

I slapped him in the back of his head. “You’re never too old for Tom and Jerry.” I pointed a finger at him to make my point.

I looked back at the TV and he looked back at his phone while rubbing the back of his head. “You actually haven’t heard of him? I mean, he was here uptil second grade and then he moved to Australia.”

I looked at him. “Noah, I moved here two years back so yeah, I haven’t heard of him.”

Two years back, my mother and I moved here to California two years back from London where I was born.

“But everyone’s heard of him.” Noah said, dumbfounded.

I rolled my eyes as Noah let out a sigh of boredom. I saw him scroll through his contacts and dial someone’s number. He held the phone in front of him and I saw who he was FaceTiming.

Finally, Sky picked up and you could see her earphone plugged in her ears and her iPad leaning against her chest. She looked tired from what I could see.

“What do you want?” She snapped.

“Now, is that the way you greet your brother?” Noah asked, playfully.

She glared at him. “Yes, now what do you want? Oh hi Amy.” She smiled at me and I raised a hand in greeting.

“See, that’s how you’re supposed to greet a person. Not what you just did.” Noah snarled at her. “You know sometimes, I wonder if you even love me...”

Skylar and I exchanged a glance and we both rolled our eyes at the same time.

Skylar was Noah’s younger sister and in Noah’s words, his baby sister. She was the most lively person one could ever meet. She had the energy of a six year old kid in a toy store. She was friendly and kind and had a simple mind but the energy and the positive attitude she always had was exhausting. Her ability to run all the way across the world in record time scared me but that’s what you get when you’re a track. She looked a lot like Noah, same dark skin and black hair except hers was in box braids that hung till her waist. She had an impeccable fashion taste yet whenever she had to go out, she came looking in my closet for clothes and I never asked why.

“I don’t love you. Now, why’d you call?” Sky asked, impatiently.

“Where are you?” Noah asked, sitting on the floor and propping up the phone so she could see us both.

“We’re about nearing school.”

Sky and her track team had some huge track meet this week and I remember her leaving and Noah wiping fake tears as we watched her bus leave. Such a drama queen...

“So you’re coming straight home?” I asked getting into a more comfortable position by balancing my head on my hand, propped up on my elbow.

“Nah, I’m hitting Beckett’s party.” Sky smirked.

“Wait, you’re going?” Noah sat up. “Aren’t you going to be tired?”

Sky gave him a look. “Umm, have you seen Beckett? He’s like the lovechild of a Calvin Klein model and a Greek God. It doesn’t matter if I’m tired or super energetic. If Beckett’s hosting a party, I’m gonna be there.”

“You do realise that this guy is three years older than you right?” Noah informed her.

Sky rolled her eyes. “Shut up man. Let a girl dream. Anyways, you coming?” Sky asked us.

Noah didn’t waste a second before answering. “Of course, I mean, I’ve known the guy since before grade school. Sure, he may not remember me but this is what the party’s for.”

“That and the fact that he wants to make a big deal about him coming home.” I said, analyzing the situation.

Sky scoffed. “It is a big deal. Hellooo? It’s Liam Beckett!”

“Okay you guys are speaking like I should be knowing who he is?” I raised an eyebrow. “Who is this guy?”

Sky’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding right?”

“No.” I dragged. “Seriously, who is this guy?”

Sky scoffed. “He’s like the coolest person ever. Everyone around the world knows him. He’s like rockstar-famous. He used to play soccer but he’s been out of it for a while and he used to model for his aunt’s fashion label. Honestly, if he were just a couple of years younger-”

“LA LA LA LA LA!” Noah plugged his ears with his fingers and sang at the top of his lungs.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand to pull them out. “Stop yelling, my ears are gonna burst.”

“Well tell her to stop talking about sex stuff. Do you know how gross that is?” Noah exclaimed, shuddering.

Sky rolled her eyes. “Will you guys be coming or you’re gonna sit at home like a sack of couch potatoes?”

I tried to answer but Noah beat me to it. “Of course. You think we’re gonna miss out on Beckett’s party? Everyone knows he throws the best parties.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Who’s this we?”

Noah looked up at him, a grin slowly forming on me. “You and me.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Please.” Noah whined, pouting. “I can’t go alone.”

“Let me get this straight. You’re not going to let me go out and throw a ball around but you’re okay with dragging me to a party?”

Noah didn’t seem to see the irony in what I said. He nodded excitedly. “Yeah.”

I rolled my eyes, throwing my hands up. “I’m not going anywhere Noah.”

“Please Amy. I need you to come with me.” Noah pleaded before his eyes lit up.

He smirked. “I’ll let you play basketball.”

My head shot up blinking at Noah in astonishment. “Really?”

Noah’s smug smile grew. “For an hour. And you can’t do anything heavy otherwise your Coach will kill me.”

I practically bounced in my seat. “Deal.”

He turned his head to me, excitement radiating off of him. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

Sky furrowed her eyebrows at us and I waved a hand. “Not like that.” I clarified.

I loved Noah but there was no way I could ever see him as more than a friend. He was more like an annoying brother I had to deal with. Me and Noah were never going to happen.

“So I’ll be seeing both of you there?” Sky asked from Noah’s phone.

I nodded for Noah. “Yep.”

Sky looked amused. “Okay. I’ll see you guys.”

“Bye.” Noah sang and hung up.

I took a deep breath in, processing what I was about to do. I was about to go to a high school party. At a cliff. Hosted by a person I don’t even know. A high school party. One filled with sweaty, kinky hormonal teenagers who have nothing better do than dance, drink and repeat.

Deep breaths, Amy.

“You coming?” Noah asked as he stood near the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

I looked at my injured foot and how I would’ve killed to play a game of basketball in my backyard with Noah but I knew he nor my mom would allow me to. I just really needed to forget about my stupid foot for now.

“Yep, let’s do this.”

***

“We’re here.”

I looked inside the forest with a faraway look. “No, shit.” I muttered, shoving my hands into the pockets of my sweatshirt.

This cliff was home to most of the teenage parties in our town. It was a secluded part of our town and it was beautiful but it’s scenery was ruined by these teenagers who trashed this area. It had a lake that wasn’t too deep at the bottom and the cliff was rocky. It was a sloping walk from the entrance of the forest and the trees grew taller as one went deeper into the forest. If someone had to look from the cliff, they would see a wonderful view of the horizon and to the side, you’d see lots of big rocks with water splashing against them, leaving a jumper to fall freely into the lake below without hitting the rocks and injuring themselves.

“Look, it’s him!” Noah said excitedly and I looked in the direction he was pointing in.

I followed his finger and I saw one guy wearing a white t-shirt that was translucent and you could see his muscles ripping through his shirt. He had a lean yet muscular figure and wore shades which shielded his eyes. His body was chiseled and his pink lips moved fast as he spoke to the many people, mostly girls, surrounding him.

Whoa.

He was handsome and hot and cute all at the same time and this was probably the first and last time I would’ve admitted it, even if it was in my brain and not out loud. His slender hands held a cup, most likely filled with alcohol, as he spoke and everyone around him listened to his words like they were the words of God.

“Who’s that?” I whispered.

Noah gave me a grin. “Liam Beckett.”

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CAST FOR THE BAD BOY’S TYPE

Amy Greene - Alexandra Daddario/Grace McKenna

Liam Beckett- Michael Yerger/Jacob Rott

Noah Parker - Rome Flynn/Reģe-Jean Page

Eddie Gonzalez- Dylan O’Brien/ Xavier Serrano

Skylar Parker - Storm Reid

Olivia Beckett - Gigi Hadid with darker hair

Alex Beckett - Jenna Ortega/Madison Pettis

Riley Beckett - Madelyn Cline/ Sara Crumbleleg