"you guys werent suppouse to even know at all i like you but now you idiots do." i said starting to cry.
"Payton" mitch stroked my hair i pushed him off.
"get off" i mumbled. i saw a tear drop from him. oh god what have i done
" all i do is break things!" i pushed off the couch and ran into my room locking the door.
------1 hour later------
ive been crying the whole past hour. all i heard downstairs was a bunch of mumbling for about 10 minutes then they started to play games.maybe they dont care about me after all.*Knock Knock*... speaking of them not caring bout me.
"Who is it!?"
"Pickles!!" an anonomys voice said.
"Well if you say so" i said laughing and opend the door
"Woah.... who da hell are you!" i said looking up at the tall dood
"I'm Jordan...Jordan Maron" i hugged him
"Sup Sparklez!"
"haha you know my channel little gurrrl!"
'IM NOT LITTLE" i said jumping on him
"see!" i saw him blush and i could feel myself blush aswell! i let myself drop off of him
"dood oh my god are you okay" he said terrified.. i was cracking up
"yes" i said inbetween laughs. i got up and walked over to mitch.
"hey mitchy" i slapped on a giant smile.
"sup girly" he put his controller down and put me on his lap.
"gimmi my remote" i leaned forward and grabbed his controller. i almost fell off but he grabbed my waist.
"dank chuu here you go" He smiled
"your welcome and thanks" he took the controller and continued playing BO2 with bacca.
----15 mins later----
"DOOOD you suck!" i ripped the controller out of his hands it was 120-30. i won in the last 5 mins.
"GUESS WHO JUST WOOPED YOUR ASS LITTLE BACCA!"
"what! how is that possible we had five minutes and you needed atleast 140 kills to win!"jerome squealed
"im the fucking queen!" we all laughed
I put the controller back onto the coffee table and laid back against mitch.
"jordan come over here and sit.
"actaully i have to go"
he walked over to me and gave me his number. i blushed and nodded my head. in the mean time mitch was giving him a death glare.Jerome got up and went to make dinner.
"im leaving" mitch picked me up and threw me on the couch. he stormed upstairs and slammed my door shut. i got up and climb the stairs using my hands and feet trying to go as fast as i could. i wipped out my credit card and unlocked the door. i snook in and saw mitch lying on my bed staring up at the ceiling mumbling the same words over and over again.
"he is no good i am better"
i crawled over to the side of the bed. i jumped up and lied next to him.
"your my one and only." his eyes got big and i crawled ontop of him. his hands on my waist and my hands on his face. our lips collided turning into a makeout session. he rolled over so he was on top and he took off my pants slowly. throwing them to the side he started rubbing my stomach. i unbuttin his pants and slowly take them off. we break apart our lips taking off our shirts. i quickly ran and locked the door jumping back into bed. mitch unlached my bra and threw it aswell. he started sucking my neck letting me yelp out short moans. i rub his abs slowly getting low enough for me to sliup off his boxers. i rolled over so i was ontop and he could slip off my thong.
----after 2 hours----
"i fucking love you mitch" i spoke letting him attach my bra again.
*BANG BANG BANG*
"what the fuck is going on in there" jerome shouted
i quickly got dressed and mitch put on pants.next thing you know my door was busted down.
"ive been calling you for 2 hours that dinner is done" i hid in the closet trying to pat my hair down and letting mitch and jerome fight,
"mitch can i talk to you in my room after i talk to payton."
"fine" jerome came over and ripped open my closet door he walked in and shut it behind him. he pulled out a flashlight and shone it.
"what the fuck is wrong with you" he shouted pointing his index finger at me
"your a fucking slut your only how old!"
"i i.."
"SHUT IT" he slapped me across my face.
i got up and pushed him to the side. i ran outside barefoot. 20 minutes of running passed and i was in an allyway.
*clink*
a metal tube flew by my head. i turned around and there were three masked guys one with a machete patting it on his hand the two others were rushing ahead of him. i stood still with my arms straight out to the sides. the guy beat me in the head with the machete and i collapsed to the ground feeling my shirt and pants being taken off.
