Wrapped

Chapter 11

"Hello, my lady." Kyle said in a sexy voice.

"Kyle. What the héll?" I simply asked.

"Between you slapping the biggest bítch on the planet and dressing like a sex goddess, I can't stop thinking about you."

"Well, I suggest you try." I leaned up against my dresser. He got up off the bed and walked over to me. I saw Ashley staring out his window, directly at us.

"Kyle, Ashley is at your window so play along, okay?" I traced small circles on his chest. He nodded. "Kiss me. Hard." He grabbed my face gently and crashed his lips onto mine. I kissed back and sucked on his lip ring. He smiled and Ashley looked in disgust. Snapping pictures. Mom isn't on social media and so I didn't care. He bit my lower lip and because of Ashley, I allowed him entrance. He opened his eyes and smiled. He grabbed my waist and pulled my body against his. He spun me around so my back was towards Ashley and he unzipped my dress all the way but not enough to show my panties. He closed the window but didn't close the blinds. I guess he was trying to prove to Ashley that I'm sexier than her or something.

He pushed me up against the window and I arched my back. I raked my nailed against his back and he moved to my neck. He drew the curtains and stopped.

"Thank you." I said.

"For stopping?"

"No, for helping me prove that Ashley is a bítch." He smiled.

"Any day." He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. I smiled and my phone pinged about 20 times.

"Damñ." He said, shaking his head. He got his own phone out and started to text. I sat on my windowsill. Still trapped between his legs. He looked up at me. "You're not going anywhere."

"You know I just wanted to pi$$ off Ashley, right?"

"But that's not what I want. You do owe me."

"I guess." I looked at his house. "Everyone's leaving."

"I know. I told Dylan to kick everyone out since I'm not there." He put his hands on my waist. He leaned in and I put my index finger to his lips. "Noo!!"

"Look!" I pointed to all the people leaving. The pink Camaro was still there. "Isn't that Ashley's car?" Her two Barbie's walked out but no Ashley. I looked at him.

"Fúck!" He yelled. "Don't move. This is not over!" He kissed me hard and left through the door. I followed him quietly. He rushed into his house. "Ashley?!"

She came down the stairs. "Did you come back for me, baby?" He shielded his eyes.

"Can you put some clothes on please?"

"Baby, I want and need you! Strip! Right now! Take off those boxers! Now!"

"No! I don't want you. Go put clothes on and get the fúck out before I call the cops."

"I like when you're demanding." She came into my view. Lemme just say, ew. She literally had nothing. Her butt has flatter than the road. Even her chest was small. How can guys like her at school? She looped her arms around his chest and he backed away.

"I'm done with you." He stated.

She slapped him. Hard. I had the urge to go and slap her. But I would feel disgusted in front of her.

"We're together, a$$hole. Rather you want to be or not!"

A/N: There's always that one bítch right?
Word Count: 590 <3
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