Wrapped

Chapter 20

"Kyle, no! No no no no no! Not that!"

"You said to accept ANY dare."

"Not that one."

"Fine. Will we eventually get to that one though?" He gave me puppy dog eyes.

"I don't do guys like you." I reminded him.

"I'm not a player anymore."

"Last time you had to satisfy a boner?"

"I can't answer that." He winked.

"Oh, ew."

"That's right. Now take the goddamñ dare!"

"New rule! No sex dares!" He groaned.

"No, that rule wasn't official when we started."

"I never said we started yet."

"Goddamñ it." He sighed. "Fine. I accept that rule."

"Good." I cleared my throat. "The game starts tomorrow at school!"

"Fine."

"Now lets go. You have football practice."

"Fine."

"Ugh, get dressed and meet me in the car, 3 minutes. That's it."

"Fine."

I walked out and muttered, "Is that the only word he knows?" I walked out the door and locked it behind me.

When I got to my car, he was already there with his football equipment.

"How did you...?" I drift off and he smirks. "Nevermind."

"Whatever you say, poptart."

"Poptart?"

"Yup." He said popping the 'p' and smirking.

"My gosh." I shook my head and started the car. My left hand on the steering wheel and my right and the stick shift. I felt something warm cover my right and looked down to see Kyle's huge, warm left hand covering mine. I smiled inside, no doubt blushing hardcore on the outside. He intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Whatcha, uh, doing there with our uh, hands there, uh, Kyle?" I stuttered. Great! Hint the fúcking sarcasm!

"Watching how I affect you." He smirked.

"You don't affect me." I said head high although I knew I was lying.

"Don't lie to me, poptart." He said.

"I'm not." I gulp silently.

"Not even when I do this?" He moved his hand from mine to my thigh. Oh my cheeseballs.

"Nope." I said.

"What if I went higher?" I pulled into the school and he moved his hand even higher.

"Nope, and we're here. So what if you went bye-bye?"

"You're hurting me, poptart." He put his right hand over his heart. With his left he went higher and Jason walked up.

"Getting pleasures now?" Jason said to Kyle. He quickly removed his hand and I laughed as I watched his cheeks tinge pink.

"What? No." He got out and so did I. They walked out to the field and I took a seat on the bleachers. Jason handed the ball to Kyle since he was the Quarterback.

"Ready? Hut!" Kyle passed the ball back to number 23, and I had no idea who he was. Kyle was 6 and Jason was 40. 56 passed it to Kyle and he ran to the end of the field and passed the ball to Jason, making a touchdown. This didn't interest me so I got out my phone.

12 missed calls from, Mom

4 new voicemails

13 new text messages

Kyle Smith wants to be friends on Facebook

Kyle Smith started following you on Instagram

The Badboy, (Kyle Smith) wants to Snapchat with you

Wow, he did everything. I first called Mom.

"Hey sweetie!"

"Hey Mom." The boys cheered.

"Partying?"

"OMG, no Mom. I'm just waiting for Jas to get out of Football practice."

"Oh, okay."

"So what's up?"

"Trip to Africa!"

"Really!?"

"Oh, sorry sweetie but I have a business meeting there, I'll be gone for three months to there and the return back to my fashion line. I'm still sending money to you for the bills and stuff though."

"Okay. That's cool." I sniffed.

"Okay, love you."

"Love you too." I hung up and went to my texts.

Word Count: 625 <3
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