Thin Ice {UNDER CONSTRUCTION}

10. Slutty Dingleberries & A Popcorn Fiasco

Round one

Come on put your money down

Won't stop

Till I get You on the ground

If you're looking for a catfight

girl you're gonna get it from me

Round two

I heard you Fuck my love

you kiss and tell

now you can kiss my glove

if you're looking for a catfight

get your ass in front of the referee

-'Catfight':Katerine

10. Slutty Dingleberries & A Popcorn Fiasco

I woke up hot and sweaty. I tried to shift in my position, but something pinned me down.

Opening my eyes, I blinked sleepily. Where was I?

The familiar furniture of the living room became clear, and I furrowed my brow. Why was I in the living room?

Looking down, I almost had a heart attack. Why was Diesel Arlex sleeping next to me on the sofa?

Did we....?

The events of last night came rushing back to me, in succession. But I couldn't recall anything after falling asleep. Hopefully nothing happened, but hey, I was with Diesel. You never know.

The thing pinning my arm down was Diesel's arm, and I was hot because that boy was hot. He was radiating heat like a fire. And why the hell was he shirtless?!

Not that I was complaining.

I shook off his arm, shoving it away from my body. I wiggled away from his tight grip around my waist, finally breathing. The cool air hit me and goosebumps rose on my arms.

"Diesel. Diesel get up," I said, hitting his arm. He rolled over, and continued sleeping. "Diesel, come on, get up!" He still kept on sleeping, despite my beatings to his arm. Dear lord, how heavy a sleeper was this guy?

A slow, mischievous smile crept over my face. This would be fun.

One......Two.....Three!

I pushed Diesel as hard as I could to and over the edge of the couch, where he landed on the hard wood flooring with a loud THUMP.

"What the fuck?!"

I stiffled my giggles, leaning over to watch him. His face was the epitome of surprise and anger. At his face, I couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"You-Your face!"

His face contorted in an indignant expression, and I laughed harder.

"You're such a bitch."

I snorted, still laughing. "And you're an asshole, we done here?"

He shook his head, getting up from the ground and stretching. I choked on my laugh, my eyes widening at his abs.

Definitely better than Channing Tatum's.

He smirked, glancing at me. "Enjoying the view?"

I knew he was expecting me to say no or exclaim that he was an idiot or something, so instead I shrugged.

"Yes."

His brows raised. "So she finally see's the light."

I rolled my eyes, throwing his shirt, which was on the side table, at him. "Put on your clothes."