It's Only the Beginning

Chapter 8: Friends with Benefits

Kylie's POV

As soon as I opened the door I wanted to melt. He looked amazing, I just wanted to throw myself at him right now, but I couldn't! I needed to play hard to get! He was wearing faded blue jeans with a crisp white button up shirt that had gotten soaked due to the rain that was now pouring outside. If I could describe him in one word it would be SEXY!

"Look, I know your probably mad at me, but I need to figure something out," He said pushing his way inside. I closed the door behind him and stepped into the living room where he had made himself comfortable on my couch.

"Then start talking," I said sitting on the other side of the couch.

"Well I know your mad, that's for sure, but the thing is . . . we're not dating," He bluntly said looking me straight in the eyes.

"I know that!"

"Well you're kind of acting like we are! You know how I am! You know that I'm a flirt and that all the girls like me, so why in the hell are you mad at me?!" He yelled at me. I was so confused, why was he yelling at me?!

"Because I didn't like seeing you with another girl! I know that sounds wrong but I hate seeing all the other girls throwing themselves at you! Dammit Jake!" I yelled standing up.

"Its not my fault they throw them self at me!" He yelled also standing up.

"But you don't try to stop them do you?!" I yelled hitting his chest.

"I came here to apologize not to be abused you know?!" He yelled grabbing my hand. With my other hand I slapped his chest harder. He grabbed the hand and I tried to get away but his grip was way too strong. While we were both struggling against each other I ended up tripping over my own feet and we both tumbled to the floor. Jake landing on top of me, knocking the air from my lungs.

"W-what are you doing? Get off of me!" I yelled and started pushing him but he grabbed my hands and held them at my sides.

"Calm down!" He yelled at me. I struggled with him a little bit longer then realized there was no hope for ever getting out of his iron grip. I looked up and saw his beautiful eyes staring down into mine and I couldn't take it, I forced my eyes shut and turned my head to the side. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him but I kept my eyes closed.

"Damn you," He whispered and suddenly his lips crashed down on mine. I jumped a little in shock and opened my eyes to see him looking at me while still kissing me. Surprisingly it was a major turn on, which I never thought it would be.

When I didn't kiss him back he frowned and pulled back.

"Kiss me," He muttered not taking his eyes off mine. I bit my lip and slowly shook my head. Just yesterday he was probably kissing who knows how many girls, and now he wanted to kiss me? Not gonna happen.

"Kylie . . ." I looked up and he was glaring at me. The worst glare possible.

"Why should I?!" I yelled at him pushing him off me when he wasn't expecting it and sitting on his abs, which were pretty amazing by the way!

"Because I love kissing you! And I know you like kissing me too . . . I don't know what it is about you but kissing you feels so good and I just can't stop myself when I'm around you," He finished with trying to kiss me on the lips but I stopped him and pushed him back on the ground, leaning over closer to his face.

"Tell me you didn't go home with Taylor after I found you guys in the locker room!" I yelled at him, trying to glare at him as best as I could but sadly I didn't have much luck at being as scary and tough as he had been.