Chapter 22

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"You're such a tease." He pouted. I crossed my arms over my chest. His eyes quickly darted from my eyes to my chest. I tell ya, boys. (Shaking my head disapprovingly). Uncrossing my arms, I hit his. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Disrespecting a woman."

"What did I even do?"

"You stared at my chest, pervert."

"Your eyes are pretty but your chest is dayum fine." He smirked.

"Whatever." I moved off his lap, grabbed my wallet and keys and made my way toward my house. Locking my car, I stuck the key in my front door and opened it.

In one quick motion, I was pinned to the wall and the door was slammed against the wall, hands firmly above my head. I looked at the culprit and díckhead who was in charge. Of course, the wonderful, charming gentleman named Kyle. Hint the fúcking sarcasm!

"What would it take for you to let me do you right here, right now?" His eyes showed hunger, lust and sexual pleasurable moments maybe? I mentally slapped myself for that thought.

"N-nothing." I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

"So can I?" Being ripped put of my dirty thoughts of me and him I opened my mouth in shock.

"No!" I spat. The thought of Jason coming home and Kyle's and I's clothes on the ground all over the house with us on the wall with him shoving his- ew. Stop.

"Why?"

"Why?! I am not a hook up! I might look like one to you but I'm not."

He leaned towards my ear. "You're so much more than hook up to me. You're so, so much more." His breath was fanning my neck. I tingled all over.

"Prove it." His head shot up and away from mine. His eyes widen and my brain just registered the words that came out of my smarta$$ mouth. Fúck. "That wasn't supposed to come out." As I was thinking that sentence, I barely noticed that he had his lips on mine.

His lips moved across mine faster and I easily stayed with his paced. Why? That's I don't know. His tongue slid across my lower lip but it was going to take a lot more than just a quick swipe across my lower lip. I shook my head no, trying to pull away, but that's a little hard to do when you're shoved up against a wall with a horny teenage boy pressed against you.

His right hand let go if my hands, but his left hand was still gripping my hands hard. I felt his right hand trail down my body until it turned to my backside and slide down, groping my a$$ and giving it a light squeeze. I gasped and he slid his tongue in my mouth. Cocky bastárd. His tongue danced with mine, but I refused to give him a victory.

His tongue slid over my back teeth several times while he pushed his pelvis against mine, grinding slightly, I could feel the bulge in his pants. He glided his tongue across my back teeth again and I bit his tongue. Hard. He winced and backed away, stumbling and clutching his jaw.

"The fúck, Hailee!?" He spat.

"I told you! I don't do guys like you." I pushed myself off the wall and walked to the kitchen.

Word Count: 563 <3
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