☀Callie's POV☀
What are we fighting for
Seems like we do it just for fun
In this-this stupid war
We play hard with our plastic gun..
Sitting at my favorite spot at school listening to hailee steinfield 'Rock Bottom' really is not helping me to get my mind from thinking about that asshole Brandon. I like the beat of the song but the lyrics are very much describing my relationship with my.. Thinking about it now, what am I to Brandon? He obviously hates my gut so there's no way he thinks of me as anything to him. I skipped through the song until the chorus began to play
You hate me now and I feel the same way
You love me now and I feel the same way
Scream and we shout, make up the same day.
"Okay that's it" I immediately stopped the song from playing. This song is like torture to me, its literally describing Brandon and I. I mean we fight for no reason, he obviously torments me for fun and although I hate him at times I love him although he's a complete ass.
"I love him" I can't believe I jυѕт admitted that I love him but I think I do, I have feelings for that asshole but I can't, I can't love him. It doesn't seem right I have to forget him and this stupid, idiotic feeling.
"Who do you love?" I had my earplugs in my ears while thinking to myself. I wasn't listening to any song after that one that so much reminds me of Brandon and then I turn to see Wyatt
"Oh this new artist his song is amazing" I lied about what I actually meant, How can I possibly confess my feelings for my soon to be brother? To Wyatt of all persons, I think he and Brandon has some unsolved issues or something, I remember how pissed Brandon was when he saw Wyatt bring me home that day couple weeks ago.
"Okay so what's the artist name?" This guy really love to ask questions, couldn't he be like one of those guy that is, no question, no telling
"Did you really come over here to ask about some artist?" I removed my earplugs and placed it in my bag while I got up from my seat around a bench outside in the school yard.
"No you're right. I came to ask if you'd like to hang out with me sometimes?" The breeze is blowing Wyatt's long, shoulder length blonde hair, the sun is in direct contact with his face which is why his face seems to be glowing
"Yeah why not" its not like I have anything better to do, I have no friends and the only other person I know at this school is neither a friend or family to me.
"Great! So what about later after school?"
"Sure" I gave him a bright smile while running my fingers through my hair, the breeze is so strong today ,my hair is a complete mess,blowing all over in my face. I took off in hope of getting to the bathroom to fix my hair.
I felt someone's hand on my left wrist,I turned and see that its none other than the asshole, Brandon. Why couldn't his ass still be in bed? At least he wouldn't have to be man handling me like this now.
He dragged me inside a small room and closed the door, from the smell of disinfectant and the sight of many mops and brooms, we are now in the janitors closet
"What the hell were you doing talking with Wyatt Foreman?" Brandon's perfume seem to fill my nostrils with a sweet aroma. He's dressed in a grey T-shirt that's all I see since my eyes are more focus on his face, particularly his lips. "Are you going to stand here staring at me or are you going to answer my question?" This love thing is getting me тo loose focus and focus is something I cannot loose when I'm around this ass
"Should I report to you about everyone that makes a conversation with me? Why are you even watching me? Why don't you go and mind your own broken rib business" Brandon's injury is not as bad as it was at first, he told his parents that he could manage coming back to school although at times he complains of feeling a bit sore.
"Don't you forget that you're the reason behind my broken rib" how can I forget when all he does is rub it in my face everyday!
" okay whatever I'm not doing this" I grab hold of the door handle to leave but brandon removed my hands and pushed me up against the wall,he came closer and closer to me, there is no space or gap between us and I can feel his breath on my face.
"Is he saying romantic things to you?" He whispered against my ears, I can feel his hot breath against my neck , the heat rushing through my body is making me confused I don't think I can answer , I'm presently lost for words.
He pressed his lips against mine and my first impulse is to respond to him, I opened my mouth and allowed him entrance. He sucked on my bottom lip while I hungrily sucked on his top lip. He pulled away from me and the aggressive Brandon was back
" Is that what you wanted? Then there you got it ,so stop seeing Wyatt foreman!" with that he was gone, he kissed me, threatened me to stop seeing wyatt and then left. What does this guy think of me? He thinks I'm a joke and that is why he tortures me in every possible way.
Oh Brandon now you're going to see what I'm going to do to you.
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Wyatt or Brandon? What team are you!??
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Can't Keep My Hands From Out Of Your Pants {BRALLIE}
General Fiction"Brandon stop" I murmured unwilling not really wanting him to stop "your parents will catch us" I spoke softly as he sucked on my lower neck.We were both sneaking around in his bedroom while I listened for any sound of his parents coming to check on...
