That's what bestfriends are for

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Chapter 8

Aiden's P.O.V.
Everyone's eyes lay on me.  "What's going on?"  I ask curiously.
"Julia bitch witch just got punched in the face by Callie the street fighter over here."  Austin said, with a smirk and a glimmer in his eyes.  "Wait, what."
"She brought up my dad, she knows."  Callie says nearly crying, I kiss her on the forehead-comfort her.  "Why didn't you tell me you were a street fighter."  I asked close to a whisper, looking her in her beautiful blue, green eyes pooling with water.  "I...I didn't know how else to handle it."  She said as she turned around and muffled her head into my shirt, hugging me tightly.  "It's okay, how about I take you to my place and we can talk about it.  I'll get Dylan to cover for us, since we got Chem next anyway."  She just pecked me on the lips and nodded her head.

Dylan's P.O.V.
"Dude, if detention because of helping you..."  Dylan started to say but I cut him off.  "Since when did you care about getting detention?"  I asked, eyebrows raised and an idiot smile plastered on my face.  "No."  He wined but, I know I can win this.  "Yes."
"No." Dylan said with his face stern.
"No."  I said.
"Yes."
"Thanks man.  I owe you." I said while running off to find Callie.  Still hearing Dylan cursing and replaying our conversation over and over again making me have a cheesy grin going up to my ears.

*At the house.*

She went straight to the couch, laid all over it-taking up all of it.  "I'll make some popcorn and stuff, what do you want?"  I asked from the kitchen.  "Would a supermarket count as something?" she asked and I could tell she was laughing.  "I'll check in the cupboard."  I said actually checking in the cupboard.  "Sorry, we don't have a supermarket.  But, we do have chocolate, chips, fizzy and dog food, sorry but the last one's for Dylan, so what do you want?."  I knew if Dylan was here he would kill me.  "Okay, oo this is tough.  Can I please have all of the above plus popcorn, thank you."  She said trying to restrain her laughter.  A moment later, I walked out with my hands full of food and dumped it on the table.  Stole a packet of chips and balanced my side on the top of the couch.  After grabbing a whole king size block of chocolate she put on 'Hopeless Romantic'.  "Really..."  I said as I slid onto the couch next to her.  All I can hear is Dylan saying "Smooth."

Callie's P.O.V.
I felt him slide beside me. Holding onto me like I was trying to runaway.  He was distracting me, by breathing on my neck.  "Stopp." I giggled playfully, turning my face to meet his.  We were so close inches apart and I dared to glance down at his lips.  "Stop what?"  He smirked acting innocent.  Then, all I could feel was his hand brush my cheek and our lips collide.  Causing fireworks to shoot through my body, through my veins, my nerves and finally reach my heart causing it to race beating faster and faster.  Pulling away, I rested my forehead on his trying to catch my breath.  I bit my lip thinking about kissing him.  Until he kissed me again, he kept asking for me to let his tongue roam my mouth, but every time I declined.  He slightly bit my lip, causing me to groan softly giving him the opportunity for his tongue to enter.  He pulled away, just looking at me with his mysterious eyes and luring cologne.  I started to smile, but then my mind switched back to Julia and our conversation, I quickly turned my head and started to play with my hair.

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