TROUBLE

Chapter 10

Layla's POV

"Let me go!" I scream at him. Eric readjusts himself so that his forearms lay on either side of my head, his large body looming over me. The smell of his minty breath hits my face along with his cologne. It smells like Axe, my favorite...

But I clear my mind of that and glare up at him. "Get off me. Now." He leans down closer to my face, his eyes ever so slightly drifting to my lips.

"You know you liked that kiss last night." Yes, as a matter of fact I did but he doesn't need to know that. My fingers clench into the blue material underneath us and I try my hardest to look angry.

"You also liked kissing that slut too." For just a moment, the smirk that was plastered on his lips fades but it quickly returns as he leans down closer so that his lips brush mine when he speaks.

"Oh, you really didn't like that, did you?" I turn my head away from but he follows my movement. "Gracie, look at me." He commands.

I refuse. My body tenses as he moves his lips down to my exposed neck.

"So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" His voice sounds somewhat amused and I turn my head back to him and stare in confusion. A big evil grin spreads across his face and my stomach drops.

One of the arms that was beside my head slowly travels down my arm, causing goosebumps to raise. When his fingers snake up underneath my top, I gasp.

"Eric! What are you doing?!" The evil smile never leaves his face and the next thing I know he's tickling me. I squirm underneath him, unable to get away. I can't help but laugh. I press my hands firmly against his chest trying to stop him but he's relentless.

I continue to laugh because I can't help it. "Eric, I can't...breath.." I laugh out. His fingers stop the attack on my sides but what I'm not expecting is when he lifts my top up so that my belly is exposed. What is he doing?

He brings his lips right above my belly button and pauses for just a moment before blowing. He gave me a freakin raspberry? My body is thrashing so much from all my laughter. I can't contain myself. He blows on my stomach again but this time I lean up and push him away from me.

"You jerk!"That was supposed to come out harsher but it just sounded playful. He sprawls out on his back and starts laughing himself.

"You're such an easy tease."

The door to the wrestler's room flies open and Mr. Jones steps through. I sit up immediately, all laughter gone. Eric continues to lay on the floor like the presents of a teacher doesn't bother him, which it probably doesn't.

"Do you two understand the concept of Saturday school? This isn't a time to be fooling around. This is punishment."

I clasp my hands in my lap and look up at him with a small smile. "Sorry, Mr. Jones. It won't happen again."

He crosses his arms across his chest and looks between the both of us. "I'll have to report this behavior to your father, Miss Taylor. As for you, Eric, I don't want to see anything like this happen again."

I stand up suddenly. "Wait a second. You're going to tell my dad but he gets off scott free?!" I point at Eric who is still laying on his back.

Mr. Jones raises an unamused eyebrow at me. "I would expect more from you, Miss Taylor." And with that he exits the room, leaving me standing there in utter frustration.

I kick Eric roughly in the side and he looks up at me with disgust. "What was that for?"

"I'm going to get in trouble now! And it's your fault!" He rolls his eyes and stands up facing me. He's so close.

"You came in here on your own. Not my problem." Is he joking? I throw my hands up.

"I came looking for you!" He takes another step closer, our bodies now touching.

"Cause you can't stay away." He lifts his hand up and once again it grazes over the scab on my cheek. I have to catch myself from letting my face fall into his palm.

"I have some stuff at my place that I can put on that for you." What? Did I hear that right?

I pull away from him and narrow my eyes, skeptically. "Who are you? Cause the Eric I know doesn't help anyone."

Eric glares at me for a moment before stepping up to me again. I have to crane my head back just to be able to look into his eyes that seem to have changed to a darker shade of blue.

He grabs my hand roughly and pulls towards him in one swift motion.

"Don't be a pain in the ass." He warns. "Just let me do this."

He pulls me towards the door and as we walk down the dimly lit hallways, I take in the fact that he hasn't let my hand drop from his grip. Actually, he holds on tighter.

I stop suddenly and he turns around, looking at me confused.

"We're not done cleaning yet." I say.

He rolls his eyes and pulls me, continuing to walk. "Like I give a fuck about cleaning some damn theater."

We quickly walk to the parking lot and I have to practically run to keep up with him.

All I can think is how much trouble we're going to be in when Mr. Jones finds out that we left. At the same time, though it excites me that Eric is taking me somewhere, but it shouldn't.

The butterflies that flooded my stomach last night are back and I smile when Eric's fingers slide in between my own, interlacing them together.

Okay, this chapter is kinda crappy. I'm sorry. Little bit of writer's block so that's why I haven't updated in a couple of days. If anyone has some ideas they would like to throw out there, please do. Comment and Vote!