His Name Is Wentz [REWRITE]

Chapter 4

I took a deep breath fixing my hair.

"So rich boys taking you out again" Brendon said reading a magazine on my bed "And your main goal is to what?" he asked quizzing me.

"Is to not be a prick" I grumbled.

"Good boy" he said. We both heard a knock at the door. He looked at me and smirked.

"Brendon no!" I yelled. We both ran for the door but he beat me opening it.

"Brendon yes" he said smirking at me. He looked at Pete "Hi"

"Hello" Pete said. I stomped on Brendons foot.

"Ow fucker!" he yelled grabbing his foot and jumping away.

"Don't you have a boyfriend to get back to?" I snapped.

"I would but I only have one operating foot at the moment" he snapped back.

"Poor baby, don't eat all my food"

"No promises" he walked into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Pete. He smiled at me a little.

"Thats just uh-"

"His best friend!" Brendon yelled from the kitchen.

"Yeah, my best friend" I laughed.

"Who will gladly kick some ass if necessary! I'm talking to you rich boy!"

"Maybe we should go" I mumbled blushing.

"I own a gun!" Brendon yelled.

"Stop talking please!" I yelled back "Can we please go" I begged.

"My boyfriend taught me how to shoot the gun!" I pushed Pete forward a little and closed the door as I left. I opened my mouth to speak "It's a very large gun!" he yelled so loud we could hear through the door. Pete laughed walking forward. I followed close behind.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise" he said smiling. He had a nice smile. Woah, wait. No. He's a dick. I sighed in distraction. My two left feet decided to be assholes because then I tripped over a stair. Pete grabbed me before I could hit the ground. His face was inches from mine.

"Th-thank you" I whispered. He nodded. "Y-you can let go now"

"I really can't" he mumbled. Parts of me wanted to believe he was talking about taking his hands off my hips. But truly, I knew he was talking about me. He couldn't let me go. He leaned down a little more. I freaked the hell out pushing myself from his grip and landing on my ass. I grabbed the railing pulling myself off the floor.

"Th-the uhm, the floor is uhm, wet that's why I slipped" I gulped "So, let's just go"

"You really don't want me huh?" He asked. My breath hitched. Did I want him? I gulped again.

"I-I don't w-want anyone" I stuttered. "I don't believe in falling in love" His eyes went a little wide.

"Why?" he asked.

"None of your business" He pressed me up against the wall. I looked up at him in fear.

"What if I told you I'm not in it for love?"

"Then I'd say you wanna use me for a one night stand" I mumbled. He shook his head leaning down again.

"Would you mind that?" He whispered. His lips inches from mine "That's not what I want either" My heart was racing.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Let me kiss you first, then maybe I'll tell you" Kiss me? Why was kissing me so important? I closed my eyes. I did want him to kiss me. Right? He pressed his lips against mine. My stomach twisted, but in a good way. Tingles shot through my fingertips. He grabbed my hips and pulled away. "Now let me take you home" he whispered.