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Chapter.14.Amateurs.

Chapter 14

My body naturally wakes up at 5 o'clock now, no matter what time I go to bed. As you imagine, it sucks major balls. I'm supposed to be getting up to run but these arms wrapped around me are practically ensuring that I am not leaving. I think I'm rubbing off on Sparky, I have a pretty strong and possessive personality so it would make sense. Speaking of, how did he become so possessive over me? Like what the hell was it that attracted him to me in the first place, I mean I know my temperament blows. Honestly, I was intentionally trying to turn him away, at first. That didn't last long, in fact I'm pretty sure that just caused an imaginary pull to me.

While letting out a sigh, I know I need to get up and go run so I try to roll off of the mattress, but just like in all those cliche novels I used to read, his arms held me down. Damn, it's already taking everything inside of me to get up, if he keeps pulling me back it won't be long before I give up. One more time. This time, I manage to raise myself off of his chest, until I'm landing against it again with a light 'smack'. "Would you knock it off? I'm freaking tired."

I grin, his morning voice is both a turn on and absolutely adorable. "Sorry, Sparky. I have to go -"

Somehow his hold becomes tighter and he rolls on his side. "You aren't going anywhere." When he sighs in utter content, I smirk and resist the urge to bury myself into his chest and fall back asleep. "You aren't going anywhere." He repeats, causing me to huff in exasperation. It's time to bring out the big guns.

"Would you rather me get winded in a fight and get the crap kicked out of me?" His reaction was faster than I originally anticipated, he practically pushed me out of bed. I snarl and give him a glare that goes unacknowledged. I get dressed quickly and throw my hair in a ponytail before splashing water in my face to further wake me up. I need a hit so before I leave my dungeon I roll him over and press my lips against his, much better. Every day I am with him my addiction gets worse and I have to say though it's scary, I don't mind it as much. Now it isn't just his kisses that I need, I want his smile, and to see his eyes, damn I'm in super deep now.

"Have fun Rebel."

I start to laugh, "Go to hell." Yeah right, if he went to hell I'd be waiting with a drink.

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I wake up and my Riley is gone, after a few blinks I remember she went for a run. I'll give her one thing she's freaking committed. Glancing at my phone, I'm silently thanking God, no missed calls or messages from my dad, he's pretty much left me alone since that whole incident a while back. I'm not sure if he's pissed about me standing up to him or pissed that he actually swung to hit me. My dad is still on my ass about my grades, and football but he's left me alone about Riley mostly because I made it clear that she isn't going anywhere - over my dead fucking body. I slip on my jeans from last night and leave my shirt off - she loves that - and saunter into the kitchen where she's chugging a protein shake.

I venture to guess that she cares more about physical fitness than I do. It's actually not a guess, it's a fact. Her glass slams on the counter top, her face turned up in a grimace as if she's about to throw up. "Fucking disgusting, I hate the texture."

"I told you to blend it you dumb ass." Josh saunters in from the living room, shaking his head in annoyance.

However, that only furthers to agitate her. How do they not fight all the time? Their personalities are pretty much similar, confrontational and abrasive. "I DO! It still comes out chunky, ugh I cringe just thinking about it." I release a light laugh, effectively catching her attention before kissing her forehead, "morning." She murmurs, obviously still upset about that shake.