Memories of a Bad Boy

Seventh Memory

Amelia's POV

"Mr Millar, I am so sorry I left last night but I just found myself in his room and I must have just drifted off and...."

As I walked into the kitchen I could smell burning and quickly I rushed to were Greyson Millar was stood at the stove waving a tea towel over a pan that had what was once scrambled eggs in it but was now practically charcoal.

"Oh dear, let me help you" I said as I took the tea towel off him. He fussed at me and contributed to try and help but to no avail and it was I who managed to rectify his egg disaster.

"Greyson, your hand!" I exclaimed as I noticed a large red blister that had appeared on the palm of his hand.

"Oh yeah, happened when I first tried to take it off the stove. I'm a clutz I told you already."

"Let me dress it for you, run it under the cold tap first- gosh it must sting, burns are nasty."

"Oh don't mind me Amelia. But sure you can bandage me, I'd like to see that Harvard medical school is teaching you something." He smiled as he ran his wound under the cold tap although I could see his eyes begin to water at the pain.

"Sit" I said after he had pointed out the first aid kit to me.

I began to dress his burn and he tried his best to hide his winces as I worked with delicate hands, I was well practised but yet still a little shaky when it came to these things for the constant fear of doing something wrong.

But as my teachers always said to me I had to trust my instincts.

"Luca would have tried to put on a brave face too, I wonder if he gets that from you?" I mused as worked.

"Well to be honest Luca and I don't share many traits, although some say we look alike."

Okay understatement of the century, Luca was practically a younger twin of his father.

"Is he like his mother?" I asked.

"Yes now I think about it he really is. She wasn't one to share emotions but was always clear cut either happy or sad- never in between. I suppose you could say Luca is worse because he has bipolar disorder but she definitely was like him. She was also very protective, fast thinker, relaxed attitude and ready for any adventure life was willing to throw at her. They definitely have all this in common."

I loved to hear Mr Millar talk about Luca and his mother and I smiled widely at him as I finished the dressing.

"There you go. All neat and tidy." I patted him on the upper arm.

"Perfect" he nodded his head, "I can still smell burning though" he said gruffly looking over at the pan.

I grimaced at the pan of charcoaled eggs.

He returned my grimace, "I'm not much of a Gordon Ramsey" he then walked over to the fridge and took out a jug of orange juice.

"Hmm, I'd hate to hear what he'd say to you after seeing this." I laughed

"You're an i***t sandwich" Mr Millar said almost inaudibly, "juice?"

"No I really shouldn't. Gosh Ash will be going mad wondering where I am."

I hadn't even bothered to check my phone as I knew it would be blown up with voice mails. Heck he had probably gone to the police and filed a missing persons report, put out fliers saying "lost girlfriend, small, brown hair, tanned." Held a press conference asking anyone if they knew about my whereabouts and just asking them to come forward.

Ha, I shouldn't kid myself. But he was still probably worried and when I did check my phone there was four voice mails from Ash and two from Adalyn.

I said goodbye to Mr Millar but promised to come see him tomorrow and check on his burnt hand.

I didn't take me too long to walk into town and catch the bus home- I remembered times before that Luca had run all the way to my house, even though it was a fair distance.

As I leant against the cold glass of the window I couldn't help but let my mind wander to him again, I was being far too weak lately.

.................F.L.A.S.H..B.A.C.K.............

'Brush, brush, brush your teeth. Brush them everyday. We put toothpaste on our brush to help stop tooth decay.'

I hummed cheerily as I brushed my teeth to the tune my mother had taught all of us to sing 5 times over every time we brushed our teeth when we were young.

It had become a quirk of mine- a routine, ritual. Something I could not live without doing. If I didn't do it then my day would go to plan.

I jumped as I heard a tap at the window. Another one followed it shortly after, like someone was throwing something at the window.

"Luca Millar, if you smash this window your gonna be in a hell of a lot of trouble" I shouted at him as I pulled it open.

"Shhhh, you're gonna wake the whole neighbourhood up" he grinned up at me. He had obviously been on his morning run as he was dressing in jogging bottoms, trainers and had taken his top off due to the heat- I could see it shoved in his back pocket.

"I'm coming up" he said walking over to the drain pipe.

"You're sure as hell not" I said but by the time those words had left my lips he had already climbed through the window.

I couldn't help but have a fan girl moment over hot and sweaty Luca Millar- he sure was something else. Like a Greek Adonis his abs glistened with beads of sweat and his chest still rose up and down in heavy breath. His hair was floppy and his cheeks rosy red, maybe even slightly sunburnt. I could see small freckles begin to appear on his cheeks, a present from the hours he had spent in the warm summer sun.

Part of me just wanted to jump him, the other was slightly disgusted by the stench coming off him.

"Morning." He leant forward to kiss me but I pulled back.

"What?" he said.

"You're all hot and sweaty" I said and he smirked at me. I knew he had something up his sleeve and I was right.

"Hmmm, true. I could use a shower before school anyways. It only starts in half an hour." He looked at his watch before pulling off his clothes with a smirk as I squealed and turned around to lock the bathroom door.

"Fancy joining me" he said sticking his head out from behind the curtain with a grin. He could see that the fact his n***d body was behind that curtain was making my chest heave.

"Luca" I whispered, he turned on the shower and I could see his silhouette under the jet of water, "James and Clayton and here, plus I need to get into school- prom is only in a few days and there is still so much to organise. I can't be late."

"Baby girl, stop fussin and get in the shower, you look like you need one anyways." He grinned at me and I shook my head at him before pulling of my Pjs and climbing in after him.

It didn't take long before he had me up against the wall. I knew it would happen, although he promised to be good. To be honest it was more my fault, I wanted him just as badly.

"Not yet" he shook his head.

"But."

"I've made plans, I'd love for it to be spontaneous. But I also want it to be perfect for you, I want your first time to be unforgettable." He grinned at me and I nodded.

We continued to make out against the wall and I ached because I just wanted more, but I knew I had to wait.

"AMELIA" My eyes went wide as I heard a loud knock on the door.

"Crap, it's James." I said turning to Luca. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel before opening the door.

Luca followed suit and stood behind me, shielded by the door as I opened it.

"Yup" I said opening it to see a flushed James. He too had obviously just come back from a run.

"You're gonna be late for school if you don't hurry up- it's your last week after all" he said. He looked me up and down."You look rather flustered?"

"Um, just a hot shower. Muscle pain after last nights run." I heard a snort from inside and I hypothetically jumped of a cliff.

"Melia" James dragged out every syllable in my name.

"Yes?" I said.

"Is Luca in there?" he asked.

What was the point in lying to him, if I said no he was just going to go in there and find a very n***d Luca in the shower. The game was up.

"If I said yes would you kill me." I said c*****g my head to the side waiting for James to have the 'safe s*x' talk with me, honestly that would be the most cringe worthy thing ever.

"No, you're a big girl" he said and I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, okay then."

"But I would kill him" James said very loudly over my shoulder and I grimaced.

"Well he isn't" I said. "I'm gonna finish up, I won't be too late and i'll drive myself."

"hmmm, don't be too long." he said with a judgy look. "You too Luca!" he shouted and I heard Luca shout back a muffled yeah from the shower to which James gave me an eye roll.

.......E.N.D..O.F...F.L.A.S.H.B.A.C.K........

"Angel, where on earth have you been!" said Ash as he came out the house towards me as I walked up the garden path.

"I ran into an old friend, we had a drink together and then I ended up staying." I said.

"Oh okay. You should have called though, I was worried about you. Especially because of the funeral."

"Ash, please." I said, "Lets not talk about that anymore."

"Okay" he said kissing me on the forehead. "We won't talk about it anymore, unless you want to that is."

We turned and started to walk towards the house.

"Ash" I said abruptly, I knew it was wrong to keep secrets from him, we had such a strong bond of trust with each other. I knew he would be worried and confused as to why I had spent the night with Luca's dad but I just didn't know how to explain. Maybe I didn't have to this time, maybe this time it was okay to just leave it.

"Nothing, I love you" I said kissing him softly.

"I love you too Angel"

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