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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"Bellamy-! Baby...Drive straight please," Kayson panics, gripping the steering wheel before slowly letting it go.
"I am driving straight," I frowned, keeping my eyes on the road.
"You swerved onto the sidewalk and almost ran over a squirrel." He pointed out, I scoffed.
"It should've stayed on the tree," I shrugged, Kayson sighed, grabbing the handle above the door.
"What's that for-"
"Eyes on the road!" Geez, tough crowd.
"Baby, I think you're being dramatic," I roll my eyes as I slowly came to an abrupt stop at a red light, his body jolts forward.
"I think I want to make it back home in one piece," He shot me a look, I reach over and pinch his cheek.
"You poor thing, I think you'll be fine, we're 10 minutes away," I grin cheekily, he removed my hand from his face and puts it back on the steering wheel.
"10 more minutes of my life on the line, great," He muttered, I click my tongue.
"Since when were you so sassy?"
"I have five sisters," He stated, I pinch my brows together in confusion.
"Harley and Zura," He said, I hummed.
"I miss Azura," I frowned, I hope she's doing well, she hasn't called in a couple of days.
"Me too, I'm expecting a call in a few hours from her older brother, it's important," He said, looking at me.
"Good important or bad important?" I questioned, he shrugged.
"Just important," He clarified. Great.
The light turned green and I slowly drove off.
"Angel, how much more?" I questioned.
"Three more weeks, Baby," He answered, I nodded.
Three more weeks until this is all over. Kayson's last fight, he will not be signing another contract.
It's actually relieving, I don't have to worry about his safety every night when he text me at 3am saying that he loves me and that he'll see me later.
It's dangerous, you never know if someone would sneak a knife into the fight and-
"Bellamy! Fuck no, get out I'm driving the rest of the way," Kayson steers me off the sidewalk.
"I got distracted, It's fine," I stated, he looked at me like I grew two heads.
"Belle, I love you, but no, get out," He demanded, I frowned, letting him slowly pull us over. I unbuckle the seatbelt and Kayson grabs my wrist before I could open the door.
