A Player, A Bet and The Badass Nerd

Encounters, Rivals & Dirty Secrets

Bree's P. O. V

Ian was being unusually clingy and refused to get off of me,  I was about to knock him alongside the head one more time when a long sound erupted out of me. His head snapped up to look at me in shock as I stared back calmly.

"D-Did you just-" he began.

"Yes I just farted," I said unabashed.  "I told you to get up didn't I? It's you own damn fault you got farted on!"

My stomach made a angry war cry of hunger which wasn't surprising since I hadn't eaten much today.  I should probably fill my stomach before it tried to embarrass me any further - emphasis here on tried since I wasn't the least bit embarrassed- but Ian was still clinging onto me. I had thought that fart would've sent him scurrying away; he'd finally be repulsed by me and leave me alone. However I had no such luck. Furthermore his answering words were even more shocking.

"Sorry, " he murmured taking me aback.

"For? " I drawled confusedly.

"I didn't consider that you'd be hungry, " he admitted." Come on, let's get you something to eat."

I stared at him blankly unable to construct a coherent reply. Did it not bother him at all that I just did that?  I mean it wasn't really intentional or anything but most guys would be repulsed by this sort of things so why the hell was he acting so normal. Then again this was just some little wager to him. It wasn't like he really gave a damn about us or anything. He was probably just putting up with it because he had to.  That had to be it.

"Earth to Bree, " he said when I didn't reply with one hand outstretched to me.

"Pardon me?" I asked shaking my head.

"Look who has manners all of a sudden," he chuckled.  "You didn't even say excuse me a moment ago,"  he teased.

I felt my face heat up even though I swear I was not embarrassed about the situation... Really!  I mean Ian was just so...so.... I don't know.

He's so perfect right? Isn't that the word you're looking for!

Shut up! I'm not talking to you!

Gosh! Was I really so annoying? Because talking to myself sure did irritate me with all of those unnecessarily cryptic comments. Ian hoisted me off of the floor when I still didn't reply and handed me my button down tank and wrap.

"Thank you!" I replied nervously. What the hell was wrong with me?

"I love it when you blush like that, " he whispered in my ear.

"I'm not blushing!" I snapped.

"Right," he mused.

He grabbed my hand,  lacing our fingers together as he pulled me towards the line of restaurants along the beach. His hand was big and warm and the skin was unexpectedly softer than I'd imagined. I guess it was because  we spent the majority of the morning in the water. He went to his car and snagged his wallet.

"Shit! " I exclaimed trying to tug my hand free of his.

" What?" he asked tightening his grip on my hand.

"I left my purse in my bag," I said giving my hand another tug.

He still didn't let go; he just rolled his eyes and tugged me along. I gave up trying to fight with him half way because honestly I was super hungry and struggling with him only made me feel worse but believe it when I tell you that my face was in full pout mode. He pulled me into a random restaurant and pulled up a seat.