The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter thirty-three

Elena’s pov

“I’m sorry for what happened earlier today, Tisha can be quite annoying, she tries creating dramas at the wrong time. ”

I heard Mac say.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I felt my heart stumped at his words, why did I run at first sight, why did I hug Liam and allow him to drop me off, had Mac seen Liam picking me off, why did I even care about how he felt, Mac is a player and he’s not gonna change not for anyone, it was best things reminded the same.

“Is fine, Tisha is Tisha, dumb as hell. I take you to be my new friend, friend and nothing more. I realized all girls that you hook up with end up having a bad energy for the next girl on your list and typically I seem to be on such a list. But I’m not gonna let you have your way with me.”I said.

I could see the little dab of emotion on his face as I said those words, it felt like pain and remorse and hope but everything wiped off quickly as soon as it came.

“Alright, every score has been settled haha…” Mac said, and I waved my head at him.

He was quite terrific in creating butterflies in my stomach with just a single laugh.

“So what about your parents?” I asked Mac as I came to sit on the bed beside him.

He stiffened for a moment before he closed his eyes for a second. I watched him quietly, his hair covering half of his forehead enhancing his blue eyes in the soft glow of the room.

Mac was silent for a few seconds like he was contemplating telling me about his parents and I waited patiently for him to feel comfortable around me.

“My father’s busy. He goes on business trips and doesn’t really have time to come home only during major holidays,” He said as he opened those blue eyes, and for a second, I felt time stop.

This was one of the first times I could read his emotions. Usually, he blocked every emotion from his face leaving only his playful smirk or mischief.

I didn’t know whether to feel happy that he was showing his true emotions around me or if I should feel sad about what he had just told me.

That probably explains why I haven’t seen his father on any occasion before.

It was no surprise that he was a busy man. I mean, my parents didn’t show up every time for my swimming competitions except if it was huge like last year when we went nationals for the first time.

Hearing that made me feel closer to Mac because that was something we kinda had in common.

I stared down at him as he looked lost in thought and he watched the spinning of the fan above us.

“What about your mom?” I asked again and I instantly regretted it.

While I had gotten a sad reaction from talking about his father, at the mention of Mac’s mother the air in the room had shifted.

The temperature dropped and the aura changed around us.

If there was anything I had noticed about Mac it was the way his face looked when he was angry.

His jaw ticked as his eyes filled with fire, staining those blue iris as his skin felt cold beside me.

I said nothing as I waited for him to speak but I didn’t want to expect a response from him because it was obvious his mother wasn’t a discussion he wanted to have.

She might have done something to cause this reaction from him. But what could a mother possibly do to her son to cause him to get so angry at the mention of her name?

“She’s gone, that’s all I can say,” Mac said after a while before he turned, leaving his back to me and creating a little room for me in the bed before I noticed he closed his eyes.

I nodded as I thought of something to say to lighten the mood because it was dull and foreboding. I couldn’t sleep this way and I had a feeling Mac wouldn’t be able to either.

“Have you had dinner? There’s leftover pizza downstairs, I could get it for you,” I said as Mac turned to me with a huge smile on his face but I could see through that fake smile of his.

The pain in his eyes was visible and it surprised me how I could read him in a few seconds.

“Sure. I’m starving. Ugh, I might quit going around, ’cause people have been getting me crazy recently,” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes as I got up from the bed.

“Yo! Is this you?” Mac asked as he sat up and snatched the picture before I could reach it.

So much for having short hands.

“Give it back,” I said and I reached for the picture on his hand again as he burst out into laughter and I jumped on the bed and clasped my hand over his mouth.

“Shh. My cousin’s sister is just down the hall,” I said and I waited to see if I would hear any noise from the hallway.

I heard nothing as Mac started to laugh under my palm. I felt something wet slide across my palm and I drew back my hand with a hiss.

“Ew,” I said, eying Mac who only smiled at me before looking at my picture on his hand.

It was an embarrassing picture of me in a swimsuit when I was ten. We had gone for a mini swimming competition and it was the first time I had won a trophy in swimming. And the only time actually.

Olivia and Ella were the ones winning every championship for the team.

“You were incredibly skinny.” Mac laughed as he stared at the picture in awe and when I tried to snatch the picture from him he raised it higher away from my reach and I sighed.

“When I was twelve, I suffered from eating disorders,” I said sadly, looking up at the picture. Just a few days after that picture was taken I had been taken to the hospital for a bloated stomach because I had taken too many sweets.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know about that,” Mac said as he pulled back his hand before handing the picture to me.

I took it from him and placed it on the nightstand before I stood up from the bed and headed to the door.

“Be quiet. I’ll get food from downstairs. Any drink you like in particular?” I asked as Mac looked away from the picture sadly and lay back in the bed.

“No, girlfriend,” He smirked at me before I rolled my eyes and pulled back the door, slamming it behind me.

It was going to be a long night.