One Nightstand with The Bad Boy

5- Unexpected Guess

I’m currently lying on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, completely at a loss. Should I really consider agreeing to that deal? It seems so absurd. I’m not entirely convinced by what Peter told me. His claim about having a girlfriend feels like a lie—what woman would be okay with her boyfriend kissing or holding hands with someone else while they're still together? It’s ridiculous, right? I need to uncover the truth.

Confusion overwhelms me as my mind races through everything that happened last night with Clark and my conversation with Peter. What did I do to deserve this turmoil?

Lost in my thoughts, I try to make sense of the twisted situation I find myself in. As the weight of my confusion presses down on me, my eyes grow heavy, and gradually, I drift into a peaceful slumber...

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Suddenly, someone shook me, pulling me out of my much-needed slumber. I groaned, trying to cling to the remnants of sleep. I was so stressed and just wanted to rest.

"Cheska, please! I need to rest. I didn't get any proper sleep last night... Just please go away," I mumbled, burying my face in my pillow.

"Mia, you need to wake up. There's someone looking for you downstairs," she said, her voice insistent. That was all I needed to hear to jolt awake. I sat up in bed, eyes wide, looking at Cheska who was smiling broadly.

"Who's that?... Wait! What time is it?" I asked, feeling a surge of anxiety.

She chuckled, "Relax, Mia, it's already 7 pm; you slept for a good two hours. And as for that person downstairs, you should probably see him for yourself," she said, grinning mischievously.

Him? So it's a guy. Who could it be?

"Go now, Mia, he's waiting for you. If you need anything, I'm just in my room," she said, heading to the door. Before she left my bedroom, she turned back and said, "He's a nice guy. I like him for you." She winked and closed the door behind her.

I was left feeling confused. Shrugging off the thought, I decided not to dwell on it too much since my head was still throbbing. Quickly, I got up from my bed, fixed my hair into a bun, and threw on my pink shorts and a loose white SpongeBob t-shirt. I didn’t bother checking myself in the mirror because I didn't care about my appearance when I was just at home.

Nervousness crept in as I descended the stairs. As I reached the bottom, my eyes widened at the sight of the man sitting on our sofa. What was he doing here? How did he know where I lived? Was he a stalker?!

"Hey," he said, standing up and grinning at me.

"Uh... hi... What are you doing here? How did you know where I live?" I asked, curiosity and apprehension mingling in my voice.

"Connections, Angel. I asked some of your classmates and, luckily, someone knew where you live. Don't worry, I'm just here to ask if you want to hang out with me," he said, scratching his nape. There was something endearing about his nervousness and shyness.

I realized this was the perfect moment to address the thoughts that had been swirling in my mind. Clearing my throat, I looked at him seriously.

"Before we go any further, I have something to tell you, Peter," I said nervously, taking a deep breath. I hoped my decision was right, even though I knew it was risky.

"What is it, Angel?" He asked, looking at me intently.

"About what you told me earlier. Yes, I'll accept your deal," I said, looking at the ground and fidgeting with my fingers.

"Seriously? You really like him, don't you?" he said, his face suddenly unsmiling. His change in mood confused me, making my brows furrow.

"It's obvious, Angel. Don't deny it. Don't worry, it's only for a month. If it doesn't work, we'll stop immediately."

I nodded. "Peter, I have just one request," I said, looking up at him.

"What is it? Just tell me," he said, stepping closer. He was now standing right in front of me.

"When our plan doesn’t work, can we still be friends?" I asked shyly.

He chuckled and reached for my hair, playfully messing it up. "Of course, Angel. From now on, I'll be your friend, and I’m always here for you," he said, smiling sincerely.

I slapped his hand away, giggling as I tried to fix my hair. "Don't mess with the hair, okay? Um... Peter, why do you always call me Angel?" I asked, curious about his nickname for me.

He chuckled, his cute dimples on display. "I call you Angel because you look like one," he said, looking straight into my eyes. I felt my cheeks burn, knowing I was blushing hard. Quickly, I looked away from him.

"So, do you want to hang out?" he asked again, making me look at him. He was smiling at me warmly.

"Oh... Yeah! Can you just give me a minute? I'll go get changed," I said, turning around and heading upstairs. I didn’t wait for his reply and literally ran up the stairs, eager to clear my head and prepare for our outing.

I didn't know why, but I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as I stood in front of my closet, debating what to wear. Finally, I settled on a pair of tight black skinny jeans that hugged my curves, a long-sleeved grey top that was both comfortable and stylish, and a black scarf that I wrapped around my neck for an added touch of warmth. I completed the look with knee-high light brown boots that clicked softly against the floor as I walked.

I let my hair down from its ponytail, letting it cascade in soft, natural curls just above my waist. The ends curled slightly, giving it a bouncy, voluminous look. Satisfied, I moved to my vanity, where I applied a touch of lip gloss to give my lips a subtle shine and carefully lined my eyes with liquid eyeliner, enhancing my gaze.

After one last look in the mirror, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and slipped some money into my pocket. You never know when you might need it.

As I descended the stairs, I noticed Peter sitting on the sofa, engrossed in his phone. I cleared my throat to get his attention. He looked up immediately and smiled warmly, slipping his phone into his pocket as he stood up. His eyes briefly swept over me, and I thought I saw a flicker of admiration before he quickly looked away.

"Ready to go?" I asked, smiling back at him.

He walked over and opened the front door for me, ever the gentleman. I smiled and thanked him softly, feeling a bit of warmth spread through me at the gesture. As we stepped outside, he guided me to a sleek silver Mercedes Benz parked in the driveway.

"Wow, is this a Mercedes Benz SLR?" I asked, my voice filled with awe as I ran my fingers over the smooth, gleaming surface of the car.

"Uh... Yeah? How did you know?" Peter asked, clearly surprised.

I turned to face him, amused by his reaction. "Why? Girls can be into cars too, right?"

He chuckled, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets. "Right. It's just that I never thought a woman like you would be into cars. I mean, I thought you'd only be into shopping like every other girl," he said, laughing softly and scratching his neck.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Well, I'm full of surprises."

He grinned and opened the car door for me. I slid into the passenger seat, feeling the luxurious leather beneath me as he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

"Well, there's so much more you don't know about me, Johnson," I said, smirking at him.

"There’s plenty of time for that, Eliot," he replied, his tone challenging.

"We’ll see," I retorted, mocking his confidence.

Peter just shook his head and walked to the passenger side of his car, opening the door for me. I smiled and said, "I didn’t know you were really such a gentleman, Johnson. Is it just for show?" I asked, grinning.

He laughed, mimicking my earlier words, "Well, there’s so much more you don’t know about me, Eliot."

I giggled and shook my head, finally getting into the car and fastening my seatbelt. Peter jogged around to the driver’s side, got in, and started the engine. The car purred to life as we pulled out of my driveway.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, realizing I had forgotten to inquire earlier.

He glanced at me with a smirk before returning his attention to the road. "Now that you’ve agreed, I decided we should go where Clark is. There’s a drag race at the old abandoned field outside the city. Clark and the others are already there, and he’s racing tonight. We’ll make our first move there," he said, his tone suddenly serious.

"I assume it’s an illegal race? And what’s the plan?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Yeah, it is. But don’t worry, no one else knows about that place. Only the known groups can enter. As for the plan, Angel, just stick with me, and everything will go smoothly," he said, smiling but still focused on the road.

"Okay then," I replied simply, turning my gaze to the window. The cityscape began to fade, replaced by the greenery of the countryside.

Clark is going to be there. I wasn’t sure how I would act in front of him. What was Peter planning by bringing me to this race? Would this actually work? Why did I even agree to this deal? Do I really have feelings for Clark, or am I just confused?

As questions swirled in my mind, one thought stood out, making my heart race with excitement: DRAG RACING, BABY!

This is going to be awesome!

Or at least, I hoped it would be…