Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forg...
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"What's the fuck do you mean I'm in danger?" I asked sharply, he sighed.
"Just..." He paused, I raised a brow at him.
"Kayson," I say calmly, he looks at me.
"Why am I in danger?" I asked slowly, he continued to peer down at me.
He looks around before stepping closer to me.
"I went to fight as usual, and my opponent knew who you were. They mentioned you during our fight..." He paused as my eyes widened.
"He knew who I was? Like my name?" I asked, he swallowed.
"She knew your name," He corrected, I frowned.
"She? But weren't the people on the bikes all men?" I questioned. It had to be one of them.
Nobody else could've saw me that night.
He nodded.
"But you did enter the club, they could've notice you and Nicole and the way Prince and I ran after you both," He explained, I ran my hand through my hair.
"What did she say?" I asked, he has tensed and his hands balled into fists.
"Don't worry about it," He grumbled, I glared him.
"If it involves me, then I have every damn right to worry about it." I stated sharply, glaring deeply at him.
"Like I said," I started deeply, taking a step closer to where our chests were touching. My glare didn't waver, instead it deepened.
He lowered his head and his lips brushed against my cheek, my breath hitched.
"Don't worry about it," He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I was frozen in my spot as he backed up and began walking away, leaving me under the bleachers.
My cheeks felt warm and that's when I blink out of my daze. A feeling of pure anger and hatred erupted in me as I glared at his retreating figure.
And to add more fuel to the fire...
The fucker looked over his shoulder and smirked at me.
He smirked at me.
That bastard.
I fucking hate him.
Later
I was in the car talking to Roger while we waited for Parker. He had 5 classes so we had to wait the extra 50 minutes for him before we could leave.
