The Bad Boy Has A Crush On Me

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Dinner Party

Eva's P.O.V

"You look gorgeous!" Amy exclaimed.

"So you're saying that I looked bad before?" I fake-pouted.

"You know that I mean anything but that!" she shook her head and smiled. I was wearing possibly the sexiest dress EVER! But at the same time it's sort of goodie-two-shoes... I think. I wore a black, off-the-shoulder, long gown that had a slit which exposed till my mid-thigh with black stiletto heels. And to top it off, I added silver hoop earrings, a diamond pendant and let my hair down to let it shine in its natural beauty.

"Brandon is going to flip!" Amy commented and I blushed.

"Let's go now!" she ushered me outside.

"Wow! My babies have grown so much!" mom started crying. I know, it sounds cliché but hey, my mom is who she is.

"If anyone tries to hit on you two, just tell me, I'll beat them up!" dad offered.

"Yeah, about that. Ashton Gale is my boyfriend," Amy blurted out. Floor, meet my parents' jaws.

From that moment on, things were awkward but dad finally agreed to not kill Ashton. A part of me wished he didn't but that is soooooo wrong.

About 1 hour later (it was currently 7), we arrived at the Vega's manor. The place was gorgeous!

We entered the party hall and oh. My. God. The place was just amazing. The walls were all white and they were decorated with beautiful paintings. There was a chandelier on the ceiling and there were many tables in the room which had name cards. We made our way to the table that said our names and sat down.

After a few minutes of pep talk from Amy, I got up and looked around for Brandon. I immediately noticed him standing in a corner, looking around for me probably. He looked dashingly handsome and... irritated. Oh, god. Is it because I'm late? That's probably it. He hates me now. Wait, who's that bimbo next to him? Angela Harrison. God, that bitch is trying to steal my date!!! Calm down there, woman! Remember? He's not your real date. You two have a deal.

I'll be his date for today and he'll be my date for tomorrow.

I blew out a breath and started making my way over to Brandon. His icy blue eyes locked with my emerald green ones and a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

Brandon's P.O.V

Eva looked breath-taking. I should know cause I currently feel like everything in this room (certainly including the oxygen) has been taken away except for me and her.

I should've asked her to be my real date but I already knew she was going to ditch and this was sort of a plan to actually make her come here without getting rejected. I think.

The dress hugged her curves perfectly, making me want her more than I already do. The sight of her was mouth-watering.

"Brandon? Are you listening to me?" Angela (that bitch) snapped me out of my trance.

"Sorry but my date is here," I smirked.

"WHAT? What about us?" she practically screamed. All eyes were on us. The slow, classical music that was playing in the background suddenly stopped and I felt like we were in one of those situations in those dramatic plays where certain people were directly under the spotlight. Well, isn't this awkward? Note my sarcasm. Eva was next to me with a confused expression.

"I'm sorry but you were the clingy one," I said and wrapped an arm around Eva's waist. This is going to be good...

Eva's P.O.V

Awkward. Now I understand why Brandon needed my help. Angela is such a clingy bitch. I don't honestly know what the fuck her problem is. Oh, god. Now she's practically begging Brandon to be with her. Seriously? She's embarrassing the entire female population by being so damn petty. Finally after what felt like 24 hours (which was actually 5 minutes) of telling her off, she left, scrambling up the last bit of dignity (which wasn't much in the first place) she has, with her. The funny thing was, I didn't say a single word the entire time. Don't get me wrong, I loved every second of seeing her humiliate herself in front of all these people. The reason that I shut up, was because of the way Brandon talked about "us" and how I was his "date".

Seriously? Snap out of it! He's just a guy!

Ok, to say that was an understatement, would be the biggest understatement of the entire human history. He's literally the guy. The guy that every girl swoons over. The guy who's got it all. The guy who got into my head. The guy that I actually like...

Time to stop being sappy. You're bad. You don't swoon. You own sarcasm bigger than the Eifel tower. You're EVA FUCKING JACKSON!!!

Brandon turned around and walked me in the other direction. The music that some douche obviously paused because they're addicted to drama or wanted to create a dramatic effect, continued and the people went back to talking and minding their own business as if like the past 5 minutes didn't happen at all.

"You ok?" Brandon asked with a concerned expression.

"Would feeling like I wanna throttle her, make me seem psychotic?" I cocked my head to the side and put on an innocent expression.

"We all feel the same way. You're not the only one," Brandon huffed.

"So you're saying that I'm a psycho?" I put on a fake hurt expression.

His eyes widened. "No, I didn't say that. I just-" I cut him off by laughing my ass off as the realisation dawned on him. "Darn. For a second, I actually thought you knew what I thought."

"No you didn't."

"I think I just did," he smirked.

"Well that's a first," I rolled my eyes.

"Wait, you've never been insulted?" he cocked a perfect, dark eyebrow.

"Tons of times but never from people who I actually like," I blurted out. Shit. Now he'll know that I have a crush on him. This is gonna be soooooo humiliating when Brandon laughs at me.

"Awww. The bad girl likes somebody," he teased. Oh, so he didn't figure it out. Good.

"Shut it," I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I looked around and saw people talking, chatting (oh, that's practically the same thing), drinking and oh. My. God. I saw Annabelle Fucking Christopher. With Cade Fucking Vega's arm around her waist. She was giggling and wait, is she blushing??? Never in my life, have I ever seen that girl swoon or blush because of a boy. I mean, yeah, she's the normal one in the 4 of us but I NEVER seen her blush because of a boy. Like, EVER! Amy was right. This day had GOT to be marked in history.

"Is this really happening?" I asked Brandon in disbelief while I was still looking at my bestie and he smirked as he nodded.

"It seems so cliché, right? 4 bad boys dating 4 bad girls," he wiggled his brows up and down suggestively.

"I didn't know I was your real date," I smirked.

"Would you like to be?" OMG!!! Brandon Vega just asked me to be his real date!!! This is the best day ever!!!

Ok, calm yourself, Eva. It's not like this is the first time someone asked you out.

Yeah, but it's the first time I'm gonna say something other than 'no'.

Fine, you can be giddy. But remember to be bad at the end of the day, kid.

I'm not a kid... All the time.

"Why not," I shrugged. I obviously don't wanna show anyone that I'm head over heels about this situation.

"Admit it. You're falling for me," he smirked.

"Not today, Satan. Not today," I grinned mischievously. Silly guy! Doesn't he know that I've already fallen for him?

"So there is a chance that you'll fall for me in the future?" Brandon raised an eyebrow.

"That's up to the future and fate," I smirked.

"I'm gonna need to have a word with them. Good thing I'm a billionaire, cause I'm desperate and nothing will stop me."

And that, people, is how a bad boy expresses his feelings...

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