True Love Isn't Real

Chapter Nineteen

KC's POV:

I went up to the front desk with a $50 in my hand ready to get the card with the correct amount of tokens on it until I heard someone yell, "SHE'S MINE!"

Someone is possessive, why can't a guy be like that for me?

"Jeez, you excited?" Crystal asked laughing as I glanced around the room for my first victim, Skee Ball.

"DUH!! I wanna play!" I told her excitedly and raced over there listening to hear her and Grayson chuckle.

I kept missing the 10,000 every time I went for it but I would make it in the 5,000 and it was making me mad.

"ARGHHHH!!" I screamed after my second time swiping my card to go for a third.

"Can I help?" Grayson asked standing next to me.

"Sure." I huffed annoyed with how bad I was doing at this. I'm normally really good at this game.

"Is it okay that I stand right here?" He asked from behind me with one hand on my waist and the other reaching for a ball.

"Sure, I don't care I guess." I told him stepping forward a bit just to get a little space between us.

"So, the first thing you want to make sure of is that you have good aim." He told me, aiming a ball with the 10,000 hole, flicked his wrist and it landed right into the hole.

"Show off." I scoffed crossing my arms across my chest.

"Aww, don't get all pouty. The other thing you want to make sure of is the you let go at the right time." He told me laughing.

"Mhm, sure." I was too busy thinking about his hand that was on my waist, drawing circles.

"Do you wanna try now?" He asked.

"Yep." I told him stepping away from his grasp and aimed the ball at the hole like he said. I swung my arm back and hit something.

"Oof." Grayson grunted and held onto his stomach.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't mean to hit you. I didn't know you were this close  and-" I was cut off when Grayson put his hand against my mouth.

"It's fine, no need to apologize. I should've stepped out of your way instead of being directly behind you." He told me taking his hand away.

"Well then I suggest you move or else I'll hit you again." I told him.

"Okay. I'll move right here." He told me and stepped to where my back was and put both of his hands on my hips resting his head on my shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I asked putting my arm to my side.

"Making sure I'm out of your way."

"But you're distracting me." I groaned.

"Oh yeah, how?" He asked and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Becaus-" I drew in a sharp breath when I felt him start to kiss my neck.

"Is" kiss, "this" another, "not?" he asked and kept kissing my neck.