The Rich Boy's Desires

C H A P T E R - S I X

Paisley's POV

I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mom.

"Hey sweetie! How was your sleep?" She asked placing a plate of food in front if me after I sat down at the island.

"It was good." I gave her a gentle smile. But it felt weird last night. I hear noises outside my window and have this feeling that I'm being watched.

But who would what to watch me? I'm just a weird girl that doesn't have much friends other than Jason and my other bestie, Kylie.

Jason has been a great friend to me and he treats me way better than Khalil ever did. I don't know if I'm developing feelings for him. But that doesn't matter, I'm pretty sure he's into slender rich girls.

After I finished eating my breakfast, I waved my mom goodbye before heading to school. When I got there, everyone is excitedly talking about something. 

I wonder what it is.

I spotted Kylie at her locker and walk up to her. ''Hey Kylie!'' I smile at her. She look over at me and smile. ''Hey Paisley! Have you heard the Jason is throwing a party tonight?'' She asked. 

Oh so that's what everyone was talking about. ''Well now I know.'' I open my locker that was next to hers. ''So, are you going?'' She asked leaning against her locker. I shook my head. ''No, I have a test tomorrow so I have to study tonight,'' I said as I took my books out.

Kylie groaned. ''Come on, forget studying for once and have fun. You haven't been to one party throughout highschool and its time to loosen up,'' she said.

''No thanks,'' I said. Partying is not my type of style and I prefer staying home reading as I buried in my blankets.

''Paisley.'' A familiar voice said. I turn around and see Khalil standing in front of me. ''Can I talk to you privately?'' he asked. He look over at Kylie then at me.

I nodded. I turn to Kylie and smiled. ''I'll see you later.'' Kylie nodded and left. 

Khalil grab my hand and lead me to a empty classroom. He shut the door and turn to face me. ''So what do you want to talk about?'' I asked crossing my arms over my chest. Its been over a month since our argument and I am still waiting on the apology he owned me.

Khalil kept a straight face. "I don't want you hanging around that white kid anymore."

"His name is Jason and why can't I hang around him?" I asked.

Khalil ran his hand through his curls. "Because I don't trust that nigga."

"What did he do to make you not trust him?" I asked confused. There's nothing wrong with Jason. He's a cool person to hang out with.

Khalil looked at me as if I was slow. "I swear you don't pay attention to shit." He blew out. "This Mason or Jason, whatever the hell his name is, fucking likes you, Paisley," He says.

I was shocked but quickly shook my head. "Jason doesn't like me, Khalil. I know that he don't-"

"Are you fucking serious right now?! Who the hell fucking moves to their friends school after three days of talking to them? He even touch you and called you those stupid ass pet names. Especially that day when I punched him, he fucking smirked at me while your ass weren't looking. He's playing the fucking victim and here to destroy our relationship."

I mean, he does have a point. Jason did moved to my school after one week of talking and hanging out but he say he only did that because he wants to be in a different environment. Jason does touch me like hugging and holding hands, and kiss me on my cheek or forehead but that's what friends do. But Jason smirking at Khalil. . .now that's something I don't know.

"Paisley," Khalil called out. I snapped out of my thoughts and look at him. He took both of my hands and took them into his larger ones. "Look Paisley, I care about you a lot even if I hardly ever show it but I really do. I don't want you to get hurt, okay?"

There were sincerely in his eyes. I nodded my head. "Okay, Khalil. I'll try to be careful," I say.

He smiled. "Good. Now come here and give me a kiss." He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me towards his chest. I smiled and wrap my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips against his and I felt a large hand on my ass and he slightly squeezed.

Jason's POV

I clench my fist tightly feeling the blood boiling inside as I watch them to kiss.

I watch Khalil's hands groped Paisley's ass as he shoved his tongue down her throat. How she let out that beautiful moan as they are getting intimated.

That was supposed to me! I should be the one to kiss her, I should be the one who she should moan to that that prick!

That Khalil guy is getting in my way and I don't fucking like it.

He has to go sooner or later.

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A/N: I'll be making shorter chapter at least up to 1000 words.