A Player, A Bet and The Badass Nerd

Worth Fighting With or For?

Bree's P.O.V

Being Ian's girlfriend wasn't much different than being his fake girlfriend. The only difference was that I saw him a lot more often. He would meet me between every class and he would be extremely clingy. I didn't mind the closeness but there was one thing that I realized. Ian was unbelievably possessive. If another male so much as glanced in my direction, he glowered at them menacingly. That was fine of course since I couldn't care less about other guys. However, all hell broke loose at our grand rehearsals when he snuck into the school's auditorium to see our final practice. I hadn't even known he was there.

"Absolutely not!" his venomous voice echoed across the stage.

I had swung my foot upwards placing the sole of my foot in between Dustin's legs on the chair he was sitting on. He smirked like he was supposed to as I ran my fingers through his hair tugging his head backwards as I did my sexy dance. As I lifted my leg and did a double pirouette landing in a box split on the floor, Ian's angry voice erupted through auditorium. By the time I lifted my head he was already storming across the stage in front of me.

"Wha..." was all I got to murmur before he dragged me up off of the floor and into the changing room.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" I asked in confusion as he spun around to face me.

"You're not doing that dance in front of the whole school. That's what!"

His nose flared as he glared down at me and my own anger exploded before I could defuse the situation.

"Yes I am!" I shouted.

"No you aren't!" he yelled back.

"Really? Who's going to stop me," I challenged folding my hands across my chest.

"Bree!" he said in a low threatening voice.

"Ian!" I replied in an equally icy tone.

"No girlfriend of mine is going to conduct themselves like that!" he said plainly.

"Is that an ultimatum?" I asked incredulously.

"Maybe it is," he shrugged.

I watched the calculating look in his eyes as he let what he was implying sink in. He was testing me for sure. When would he learn that I never followed the rules. He was my boyfriend all of what? Sixteen hours? What made him think that gave him the right to control me? Well he better guess again. I wiped all emotions off of my face as I called his obvious bluff.

"Well good luck with that," I rolled my eyes turning to leave. "By the way," I called over my shoulder. "The auditorium is only opened to participants at the moment so I think it's best you get going."

He stared after me in shock as I made my way back to the rehearsal area. Our time was almost up and I was sure that the other groups would try to weasel their way in the way he did to spy on us.

"Is everything alright?" the others asked as I reappeared.

"Yeah! Ian's just being moody and jealous," I growled.

"What did he say exactly?" Dustin looked at me skeptically.

I could tell he was a little scared that Ian would reemerged seeking his head by the way his voice cracked and his eyes flickered to the door. I sighed and ignored the question.

"Let's just finish okay?" I pleaded.

Ian would have to put on his big boy shorts and just let me be. I knew his outburst had nothing to do with the dance moves. He was most likely upset by my physical contact with Dustin but if he was watching he had to realize that everyone had this interaction with Dustin in their dance. Even Amber which was super gross for her but she had to put up with it. Furthermore it wasn't like I was sitting in his lap or anything. It was just a stupid dance for f*cks sake. Did he really have to make such a big deal out of it? There was no time to debate that now since I had more or less thrown him out. He would just have to deal with it.