Fixated

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The theatre lights went down, leaving us in the complete dark. I was almost tempted to go to sleep, I've been really tired all day. 

I couldn't really fight them when the boys insisted on me sitting between them, something about a stranger sitting next to me. 

"Just don't bother me," I mumbled to Archer as the movie started playing. 

It wasn't until half way into the movie that he decided that it was time to test my patience. 

He casually lifted the arm rest between us up, I didn't notice until his hand landed on my right knee. 

My eyes darted from the screen to him as he just smirked and slumped down in his seat. He was practically laying on me by now, his head on my shoulder.

"Get off of me you goon," I mumbled, trying to shove him off of me. 

I tried to shove him again, he didn't budge though. 

As much as I was trying to be mindful of his ribs, I also wanted him off of me. 

He leaned up right as I was about to shove him again. 

He smirked over as me as his hand slowly slid up my thigh. I grabbed it quickly, holding it still. 

He just smirked harder as he laced our fingers together and let our hands rest in my lap. 

For the rest of the movie I couldn't focus on anything but his hand in mine.

 I don't like him like that, at least I don't think I do. 

I just broke up with Casper...

As the credits rolled and the lights came up, we both glanced at each other. There were definitely vibes between us, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

"Why the hell are you guys holding hands?" Christian asked, standing in front of us. 

I couldn't tell if he was angry of just confused, not until he grabbed Archer by his collar that is. 

"Whoa!" I yelled, watching him push him hard. 

"Are you screwing my cousin?" Christian yelled, shoving him again. 

Archer winced and I could tell he was hurting. I jumped from my seat, jumping between the two as Archer hunched over, clutching his side. 

"Stop! He's hurt, dammit!" I yelled shoving Christian as I turned around to face Archer. 

I glanced down at him, holding him up for a minute until his side wasn't hurting so bad. 

"Why are you helping him? I thought you two hated each other?" He asked, his voice more calm now. 

I don't know why he is so upset about this, it isn't like he didn't like Archer. 

"Because we're friends," I snapped. 

"Then why were you holding hands?" Christian yelled back at me. 

His anger shocked me, making me wince. His face held regret as I took a few steps back. 

"Ever heard of friends with benefits?" Archer mumbled, smirking at me as Christian lunged at him. 

"You aren't helping!" I yelled at Archer, slapping his shoulder. 

"I swear, if you two are hooking up I'm gonna beat the shit out of you," Christian said, pointing at Archer. 

"We aren't hooking up! I swear! Why are you so angry?" I yelled, watching his facial expression change.