Football's and Glasses don't agree

Me and George have not made out!

"Have you guys made out yet?" Melena asked me. It's been two weeks since me and Todd kissed we both agreed not to ever kiss each other ever again and to never ever speak of this again, so basically we are pretty much cool now. "No!" I shook my head. "Why not, the day me and Todd got in a fight, we started making out after you left." She stated nodding her head. "Ew Mel, how crazy did you two get?" I asked jokingly not really expecting answer, but Melena is Melena and she gave me one anyway.

"Oh my god Kams, he got so crazy we got all sweaty, and he took off his shirt, oh by the way i touched his abs, oh and then-" I covered her mouth with my hand. "I don't really want to hear more." I said wiping my hand because she had licked it. "Okay." She shrugged. "I was getting to wear it got spicy." I fake gagged at her then we broke out laughing. 

A few minutes later and class ended I walked out with Melena only to be greeted by George who was smiling broadly at me. "Hey." I waved. Melena slipped away giggling at Todd. "Hey." George said back. "So did Melena tell you about her make-out scene yet?" George said laughing. "Yes," I laughed. "Maybe we should have a make-out scene of our own." He said smirking at me. I shoved him. "No thank you I'm good!" I protested.

We walked past a talent show poster. "Ugh." I grunted at the sight of the poster, every year the had this talent show and every year Ashley would win with her crappy, OK not-so crappy singing and basically stripper dance moves. "What's wrong?" George asked me furrowing his eyebrows at me. "It's the talent show where Ashley wins for being a stripper." I groaned. George laughed. I studied his for a while. "What's so amusing?" I asked.

George shook his head. "Why don't you join?" I scoffed. I have a major shyness issue, I mean i fudging love to sing, but I get majorly stage frightened when I go up to preform. "Please George don't be delusional." I snapped. He frowned his super cute frown. "Why not? I'd do it with you, I'm a good singer." He chirped. That last part, I couldn't help but burst out laughing, I remember when he began to sing Pharell William's 'Happy' in his truck the night he got drunk, and trust me it sounded anything but good. He frowned once again. "What's so funny? I'm sexy and a good singer." I held my stomach which was now aching from all the laughing I had done. "I heard you sing when you were drunk, and trust me you cannot sing, I'm sorry George but it's the truth."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, I'd like to hear you sing." I smirked. "Ok then." I said and began to sing 'Brave'.

"So say what you wanna say, and let the words fall out, Honestly I wanna see you be brave." I sung, George's mouth hung open, then he dragged me over to the talent show sign up sheet and motioned at it. "No." I said firmly. His green eyes looked at me with so much, passion. "Please? For me?" He said. 'No." I said staying with my answer then he moved closer to me I took in his smell, axe and fabric softener. "Please?" Our eyes met. Wow the things he thought would work on me so I could do what he wanted. "I told you-" Then he cut me off with a kiss. "Please?" He said. I nodded my head dreamily and signed my name. He smirked. "Your going to bet Ashley and her stripper act." George said laughing. 

"Oh please don't tell me your entering the talent show?" Ashley laughed while pushing me to sign her name with a glittery pen she pulled out her bag. I frowned. "Actually I am." I said confident.  Ashley let out a big fake laugh. "Your funny, you actually think you have a chance? Against me?" Ashley scoffed. "Anybody could beat you and your stupid stripper act." I said. She narrowed her eyes. "Oh really wanna bet on that?" I raised an eyebrow then smirked. "Sure, why not?" Ashely smirked. "Okay I win and I get to make out with George whenever I want, You win, wait we don't have to talk about that because it's not going to happen." I cleached my jaw then agreed to her bet. "If I win you have to leave George alone." 

She laughed then stroked George's jaw with her pointer finger and popped it off at his chin. "Pucker up baby," She said walking away, I swear steam was coming out my ears. "You know, I don't agree being betted on." George said breaking the silence. I snapped my head at him. "And I don't care what you think." I spat rudely. 'Well someone's in a bitchy mood." George said grabbing my hand and stroking it with his thumb. This calmed me down. "I'm sorry." I said as I squeezed his hand. I looked over my shoulder to see Clifford standing there looking hurt, but I didn't care and kept walking.