Open Your Eyes|| Bajan Canadian

Chapter 8

Hey guise! Sooo... this chapter will only be Mitch, Jason's, Jerome's and Bell's point of views. Not Preston cause he is sleeping all of the chapter.

Go stab someone in the eye with a butter knife. If you don't know that reference, it's from the Divergent series. Go Peter!

Anyways doods, go slap that vote button witchya forehead. See y'all later!

-Leah

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Jerome's P.O.V

Awkward silence fills the car on the ride home. That chick named Bell was listening to music, staring out the window.

Jason was playing with Preston's hair while he slept, and Mitch was playing with his thumbs. And I was driving. Yippee.

I don't see why I had to drive... oh wait, now I remember. Jason and Preston drank to much and Mitch was hurtin' all over the place from that fangirl friend of Bell's.

And I DID NOT trust Bell with mai beautiful car. I really didn't trust her at all. I don't really know why. Just I have a feeling.

I jump at the sound of Bell humming. Not that it was bad or anything, just it scared me.

She stopped, probably because she was in a car with four other men and she didn't want us hearing.

I pull into our driveway, but no one bothers to move out of the car.

"WE ARE HERE GUYS! GET YOUR ASSES OUT OF MY CAR!" They all jump and move almost instantaneously. Mitch and Preston are slowest to get out and it pisses me off.

I get out of the car last. When I reach the front door, all of them are inside. I sigh and walk in.

Preston is already in his room trying to sleep, Mitch has frozen peas pressed against his shoulder. Bell is apologizing for her friends' behavior, and Jason is making more music on GarageBand.

And that leaves me. I go to the fridge, open the doors, and pull out a beer. "You want one Bell?"

She nods her head. I get another beer and pass it to her. She cracks in open and chugs half of it down. My eyes widen. What the hell...?

"Sorry, I am just used to drinking with my friend and this is what we do." She replies, like she read my mind.

"Nice." Is all I say back to her. "I am going up to my room to sleep. See you guys in the morning."

I hear mumbles of replies from everyone and I head upstairs.

Bell's P.O.V

I can feel the tension between me and Jerome. I don't think he likes me all that much. I regret laughing at him, but he doesn't have to go all 'now I hate you' on me.

When he goes upstairs, I decide to do something bold. "I'll be right back" I mumble as I run after Jerome.

I make it to the top of the stairs, and I see Jerome. "Jerome" I whisper yell at him.

He turns around. "What?" I run over to him. "I need to talk to you." He laughs. "Isn't that cliché. But what do you need Bell?"

I sigh. "I'm just going out on a limb here and asking, why do you hate me?"

He turns away and tries to walk, but I hold him back. He turns back towards me, knowing that he can't go anywhere.

"I don't hate you..."

"Yes you do. Tell me why." He sighs in frustration. "Because you seem to not even care, especially if my best friend gets hurt."

I smile. "Of course I care, I just have a funny way of showing it. And please don't hate me. I didn't mean it like that."

He smiles in return. "I guess I forgive you." I chuckle. "Thanks dood." "No problem." He walks into his room and I head back downstairs.

"What was that all about?" Mitch asks as I open the fridge. "Oh nothing, I needed to straighten out something with Jerome."

Mitch shrugs and leaves it alone. "How's your shoulder?" He glances at me, with an angry, but forgiving look. "It might be screwed up because of your ape shit friend."

"Sorry about her again. I didn't know she was crazy." Mitch smirks at me. "It's alright dood. Stuff happens for a reason."

God, when he smiles, it makes me want to fall over. Literally fall over. I am such a shithead.

Mitch's P.O.V

I think I like this girl more than I thought. She apologizes when other girls laugh it off, and her smile is very... breathtaking?

I sound like good ol' Shakespeare. Like, what kind of word is breathtaking? I really don't know. A word.

"Mitch, where am I going to sleep tonight?" I ponder over the thought. "I don't know. You can take my bed I guess, and I'll take the couch."

She shakes her head and argues "No, your shoulder is screwed up, you take the bed and I'll take the couch."

We argue back and forth after that, and finally I give in and give her the couch. She smiles victoriously. I stick out my tongue.

"Hey!" She punches my good shoulder playfully. "You wanna go, let's do dis properly. TOO THE D!!" I reply, running at her.

"NOOOOO!!" She dodges me and runs to the couch, where she jumps on Jason. "AHHH!" Jason yelps.

"Whoops, forgot you were there." When I saw Bell on Jason's lap, I felt a pang of jealousy. Mitch, she isn't yours and she can't be yours. You are leaving to fast for a real relationship.

Bell jumps off Jason, and runs to the office near the front door. "Get back here" I growl, trying to sound as intimidating as possible. And I fail miserably

"Not if my life depends on it." I run after her and swing into the office. I look around and I don't see her.

"BOO!" I feel a weight on my back and I scream out in surprise. "Gotcha" She whispers in my ear, a shiver running down my spine.

I make a sudden movement consisting of flipping her off my back and throwing her over my good shoulder. "MITCHELLLLLL!!!"

I laugh like a madman and I run towards the stairs. "NOOOOOO! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!"

"I won't drop you if it killed me." I felt her tense and stop squirming. Here goes flirty Mitch.

I continue to run up the stairs and into my room. I chuck her on the bed. "VICTORIOUS!!!" I shout. She laughs and rolls around. I jump on top of her.

"MITCH!! OFF ME NOW!!" I laugh and reply with a nope, popping the 'p'.

She stops rolling and looks at me. I look right back. " I like looking at the bed better." She rolls over and smushes her face in the black duvet.

" Hmph" I pout, crossing my arms. So close. She rolls over to face me again. "Awww, poor baby." She sits up and pinchs my cheeks.

"Don't mock me. I am the notorious Mitch you peasant." She scoffs and wraps her arms around my neck. "And I am Ninja Bell. Come at me dood."

I chuckle. "Not that I want to or anything." She raises an eyebrow in confusion. "What is that supposed to m-" I don't let her finish. I cut her off my smashing my lips into hers.

She doesn't kiss back until like five seconds later, but when she does, I relax. Our lips are in sync and it feels like minutes until we pull away.

Our foreheads are still touching, as well as our noses. It seems pretty perfect if you ask me.

"Bell, I'm sorry that was uncalled for and I" She kisses me again. "Shut up." She whispers against my lips.

I smile. "Gladly." And I continue to kiss her. About 10 minutes later, we finally stop. We were sitting on the floor, her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. My hands are on her waist.

"I have been waiting to do that the whole night." She smirks and comes closer. "Me as well."

I feel like this is the time to ask. "Bell... I uh..."

She looks at me, straight in the eye. "What?"

"Bell, will you be my girlfriend?"