The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter Twenty-five

Elena’s pov

When Mac’s lips touched mine, at first, I

froze completely. Then I pushed him away, making him stumble before catching

himself.

“What the hell?!” I yelled at him, gaining a little attention from passersby and Mac laughed.

He placed his hand over his stomach, as he

sat back on the chair and continued laughing profusely.

I stared at him confused and annoyed that

he had done that, kissing me without my permission and then he was laughing!

How annoying could he get?

I hissed, eying him before walking away and

I heard Mac chase after me, still laughing.

“Hey! Wait!” He yelled and I increased my speed as I walked to the exit of the park, ignoring the people who were looking at me and Mac inquisitively.

“Get lost!”

“Chill, it was a joke, you weren’t shutting up about Hades or whatever his name was.” Mac chuckled, grabbing my arm and spinning me around so I faced him and I snatched my hand away from his but he held onto me tighter.

I didn’t know why it affected me when heBelongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

said he had just kissed me to shut me up.

Imagine a guy saying he kissed you because you were talking too much and it was all a joke.

It hurt me a little that he didn’t kiss me because he wanted to or because I was looking beautiful under the moonlight or something.

But because I was talking about Greek

Mythology?

I shook my head, dispersing every thought

about it. I was mad he had invaded my personal space and there was nothing to

I was angry about being shy and he kissed me. He had kissed a lot of girls, ugh, and even Tisha.

See, there was nothing special about Mac kissing me.

But his lips were so soft and-

“Let’s go,” I said, snapping back to reality and Mac smiled before pouting like a reluctant child.

“I was just joking, jeez.” He said.

“I know, now let me go,” I said, glaring at him and he let go of my hand before raising his hand as if on his point and I rubbed my wrist.

“But soon, you’ll be aching to kiss me,” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“Never, now let’s leave. I have to revise for the test tomorrow before going to bed,” I said, and Mac nodded before looking around.

“Let’s get ice cream first. Hold on, I saw a stand somewhere. I’ll be back soon.” He said, flicking the panda in my hand. “Take care of him,” he said before running off in the

the direction of the ice cream stand.

I sighed, a cold gush of air hitting me and

I shivered. I held onto the panda tighter, feeling the cold hit my skin.

“I shouldn’t have worn this sleeveless

dress,” I muttered, talking to the panda who just smiled at me.

I suddenly felt a cloth being dropped on my

shoulders and I scoffed.

“Who knew you were such a gentleman,” I said, turning and expecting to see Mac behind me with the ice cream but instead I was met with Liam’s talk frame.

He was wearing a pale blue sleeveless

shirt, revealing a snake tattoo on his left arm that only made him look more intimidating.

He wore a black leather pants and boots. His black hair was messy over his forehead, and his grey cold eyes glittered with mischief as he pulled his hand away from my shoulder.

I looked at the leather jacket over my

shoulder. It was big and it fell to my thighs. I looked back at him, confusion filled my face.

What was he doing here?

And why was he giving me his jacket?

“What are you doing here?” He asked me, his deep voice sending chills down my spine and I stumbled backward.

“Uhm, I’m here with.. uhm, with someone,” I said, not wanting to mention Mac’s name because it seemed those two didn’t even want to hear each other’s name without picking a fight about who mentioned it.

“I see,” Liam said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips, he took out a lighter and lit it, inhaling the toxic air before puffing it out.

“That’s bad for health,” I said shyly and I immediately regretted saying so because Liam raised a brow at me.

“I don’t care.” He said, looking around the park and I wondered what he was doing here so I decided to satisfy my curiosity.

“What are you doing here? You don’t

look like the type to come to this kind of place,” I said and Liam took out the cigarette from his lips before smirking and taking a step closer to me.

I gasped, taking a step backward.

“What type of person do I look like?” He asked, staring into my eyes and I blushed in embarrassment. “Ok, I shouldn’t have added that part!”

“Uhm.. nothing,” I answered nervously and he chuckled, stepping backward before looking around the park once more.

“My dad owns this place,” He said.

“Really?” I asked, if his father owned this place then he was super rich or worked for the government.

“Yeah-” Liam was saying before Mac came back with our ice cream. My eyes widened in shock as Mac drew closer from my left, he was looking down at the ice cream as he walked toward us.

“I hope you like vanilla because they-”

His voice trailed off as he finally noticed Liam standing beside me. Those blue happy eyes slowly filled with anger and he glared at Liam.

“What are you doing here?” He asked and Liam chuckled pointing at his jacket over my shoulders.

“Just protecting her from the cold,” Liam responded absentmindedly, inhaling his cigarette and Mac turned to me where Liam’s coat covered my shoulders before switching the ice cream in one hand.

Frowning deeply. Mac pulled the jacket

off me and threw it back to his Liam who caught it and laughed, a dark chuckle

that sent shivers down my spine.

“I can protect her myself, “Mac spat, shoving the ice cream back at me and I almost dropped them. He angrily took off his jacket and threw it over my shoulders before he glared at Liam and took to holding my hand himself.

I didn’t comment on his sudden

possessiveness, because it was a small comfort in my discomforted state.

These two made me incredibly nervous and I

I didn’t know how to act when I was in the middle of their fight so I laughed nervously making them turn to me.

“Who’s she to you?” Liam asked first, frowning as he watched me carefully, his eyes squinted as if trying to figure out who I was.

Mac stepped in front of me. “None of your fucking business. Now get lost, you’re good at that,” Mac spat angrily and Liam chuckled darkly.

“I own this place,” He argued back and Mac nodded before facing me and grabbing my hand, leading me out of the park.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Liam grip

his jacket tighter as he smirked before walking off.