Dancing In His Storm [BxB] √

CHAPTER 3: The Bully

AUGUST

Ambrose strummed the guitar with such ease. Or at least that's how I heard it. I'm not a big fan of musical instruments, but it sounded pretty clean. After handing the roses, Phil and the boys all cleared the view, so this Rachel girl could see Ambrose.

This is probably the first time I see this gorgeous creature up close, and the inner gayness hiding inside me shrilled in utter admiration. He's blessed with a chiseled cheek, and his skin appears to be naturally kissed by the sun. There's a slit in his left eyebrow, and I don't know if it's natural or he had it done, but there's no denying the fact that it made him look sexier.

From my youngest years

Till this moment here

I've never seen

Such a lovely queen

From the skies above

To the deepest love

I've never felt

Crazy like this before

Ambrose opened his mouth and spat the words like they were coming from the radio. It was smooth like butter.

Paint my love

You should paint my love

It's the picture of a thousand sunsets

It's the freedom of a thousand doves

Baby, you should paint my love

"Come on, August, let's get out of here," Mary mumbled and began pushing me.

"Hold up!" I spat as I stiffened my body so Mary couldn't push me easily. "I want to watch this."

"Are you serious? You haven't seen anything like this back in Highmont?"

"No, this is my first time seeing this display of affection." I lied. Of course, I've seen a lot of cheesy things like this happen. As a watcher, I think it's corny and a total waste of time and effort. But I'm not going to admit to Mary that I just want to lay my eyes on Ambrose Haylock.

"Whatever, Rachel's going to reject him anyway." Mary trailed, rolling her eyes.

"How'd you say so?" I asked.

"Ambrose did that exact same thing to her last year, and she turned him down."

"Really? So what makes you think that Rachel will turn him down this time around?"

"Yeah. I don't know what's going on inside Rachel's mind, but ever since I knew her, she has turned down a lot of guys. I get it, she's pretty and rich and popular, but her taste level is so high that no one can even reach it."

Been around the world

Then I met you, girl

It's like coming home

To a place, I've known

Paint my love

You should paint my love

It's the picture of a thousand sunsets

It's the freedom of a thousand doves

Baby, you should paint my love

"Ambrose must really like her then." I spat. I was somehow disappointed to learn that this girl doesn't have a thing for a fine guy like Ambrose. If I was in her shoes, I'd say yes even if he hasn't asked me yet. Hell, I would even ask him out first if I had the courage.