CHAPTER 8: "You're A Lost Cause..."

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CHAPTER 8: "You're A Lost Cause..."

Janis's POV

The movie ended and I had Kyle's arms wrapped around me. He'd fallen asleep and was leaning his head on my shoulder. Wendy turns the movie and tv off.

"He's asleep? He actually... sleeps?!" Wendy asks feigning shock.

I shake my head and laugh. "Guess he does."

I try to get up but can't. Kyle had a firm grip on me despite being asleep. I call his name as I keep trying to escape from his grip.

"Well, good luck escaping from his death grip!" Wendy says with a grin, as she walks away and into her room.

I silently watch as she walks away. My heart drops in my chest.

"Kyle! Wake up already!!" I begin shaking him.

"Damn, you move a lot Janis!" Kyle mutters.

"Kyle, can you let go of me already?" I plead.

"Um,I don't think so. I'm very comfortable like this and I don't want to so, no."

I glare at him.

"If I let you go I'm only going to get you again, Janis," he taunts, "and you might not like it if we're in a different position."

I open my mouth to say something, but quickly close it.

"So we either stay like this or I let you go and I'll make it my choice..." Kyle says, the smirk never leaving his face.

" Fine! We'll stay like this." I mutter, letting out a heavy sigh as I stop struggling.

"There you go..." Kyle says as he snuggles closer to me and gets more comfortable.

I roll my eyes then I jump. "Kyle, stop doing that, you fucken pervert!"

"Doing what?" He asks innocently.

"Control your hands and keep them to yourself! Didn't they teach you that in school?", I yell at him.

"Stop being so loud," He murmurs as he continues to run his hand up one of my thighs.

"Kyle!" I warn as his hand crept higher. I smacked the side of his head, causing him to stop abruptly and look up at me.

"Damn woman, what the fuck!" Kyle glowers as he rubs the side of his head.

"Well, I told you to stop!" I strictly say as Kyle sighs and sits up reluctantly.

"You're gorgeous, you know?" He murmurs.

"You don't say?" Sarcasm was clear in my voice.

He glares at me, "You're a lost cause, forget it."

"And you're just a pervert, Kyle."

Kyle smirks and inches closer to me.

"Kyle, what are you-"

My dark brown eyes met his mischievous and excited black eyes.

"Kyle," I warn, but it sounds more like pleading, "Don't do anything!"

Kyle's smirk widens.

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