Love's A Bitch

Chapter 8

-----------> Johnny Cage

Reed’s POV

I stared at the blonde girl on the bed next to me. I smirked to myself as I remembered what had happened only an hour ago. Andrea, Sally or something was a friend of Johnny's and he had brought her over for the afternoon. 

God was she amazing in bed, all the tricks she did and not to mention her flexibility. I chuckled before getting off the bed and putting a wife beater and grey sweatpants. 

The blonde noticed my movement and rolled over, her arms on either side of her. She smiled knowingly at me and mirrored my actions and within a minute she had her clothes on. I walked her to the front door. Before stepping out she turned to me.

"I had fun," she winked at me and skipped away to her red corvette. It reminded me of Amara's blue mustang. I snorted just at the thought of her. 

I closed the door and headed over to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out the milk carton and drank straight from it. I closed the fridge and headed over up to my room. I stopped at Stella's room and poked my head through the door and saw her on her bed with her earphones in. As soon as she saw she yanked them out.

"Mom says you have to take me to dance in an hour, and that we shouldn’t be late since it’s my first dance class and all," and with that she popped her earphones back in. I stared at my sister for a moment wondering what was wrong. But quickly shrugged it off and continued down the hall to my room.

When I got into my sanctuary the unmistakeable sound of my phone sounded through the room. I looked at the caller id before picking up.

Nobody’s POV

"Hey, Johnny what's up?"

"'Sup man. I just wanted to remind you about the match tonight."

"Shit, I completely forgot. Thanks for reminding me."

"So how was the date with Amara?"

"My parents bought it, they think she is the perfect girl for me, but she said she's out and I honestly don't think she wants anything to do with me after what happened today."

"What did you do Reed?" he asked a little bit too seriously.

"I stayed the night and left. But she shouldn't be surprised, I never stay."

"Dude come on, and here I thought she was the only decent girl."

"Oh no, I haven't banged her. Yet."

"And how are you going to do that?” he questioned skeptically.

“I have my ways,” I say with a light smirk on my face.

“How about a bet. You have to bang her before graduation.”

“And if I do?”

“Then you get Chrissy.” A grin spread across my face. Chrissy was Johnny’s Harvey that his dad (after months of begging from Johnny) gotten him for his 17th birthday.

“And if you lose, I get your lucky boxing gloves. You know the ones signed my Muhammad Ali.” Reed scoffed at the idea of him losing.

“You know you might as well hand over your keys now, because I am so nailing this chick.”

“Fine. It is on Reed boy.” And after that he hung up. He looked at the clock on his phone and grinned. In a few hours he would be the proud owner of yet another boxing belt. He packed his gloves, shorts and tape in his bag. He ran down the stairs three by three and bolted out of the door.