𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝?]

32. Story

Layla
I could sense the tension, Andrew wasn't himself. We were all scattered around Shane's house, and Andrews mouth was shut. He was almost mad at me, for what? I don't know. So my plan? Ignore him. I sat up form beside him, my leg rubbing against his as I walked past. I entered the kitchen and clenched my jaw.

"What's wrong?" Morgan whispered, as I pushed myself up into the couch.

"He's not talking to me. He won't even look at me." I frowned, looking over at her as she sipped her Diet Coke.

"Let him be like that, if he's gonna be petty be petty back." She suggested and I shook my head, "Or be touchy with him, even if he's ignoring you, hold his hand just be very clingy."

"Think that would work?" I questioned eagerly, and she nodded with a smirk, "let's see how this works." I sighed, jumping off the counter top.

"Have fun." Morgan mouthed and I entered the sitting room where he sat alone on his phone. I took the spot next him and rested my hand on his thigh. His breathe hitched as I rubbed his thigh gently.

"Oh sorry," I lied, grabbing his hand instead. I could practically picture the laughter on Morgan's face from behind the wall. I rested his hand on my thigh and and crossed my legs.

"God," he managed to spit out, "You really don't know what you do to me." He whispered, pulling his hand away and standing up. He walked into the bathroom and I groaned in annoyance.

I left the sitting room and leaned on the counter top. Morgan was silently laughing while I frowned.

"Not fair," I pouted, "I'm gonna go to my room." I added and she nodded.

I entered my room and was instantly pushed against the door. Andrew pushed up against me and his hot breathe on my cheek as I turned my face.

"Jesus Layla," he spat, using his spare hand to turn my face towards his, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Ignoring me?" I huffed, looking his brown eyes.

"Maybe I got a little jealous of that guy commenting on your picture." He admitted awkwardly.

"Aw, someone's jealous." I giggled, squishing his face with my spare hand for a moment.

"Oh so you like jealous me?" He raised a brow.

I moved my face close to his, and our nose were now touching, "I guess you could say that." I whispered, against his lips.

"Maybe I should be jealous more often." He smirked.

"Maybe you should kiss me," I smiled, placing my hand on his cheek again. I watching his lips go back and forth from my eyes to my lips.

His lips collided with mine and moved together with my mine. His hand ran over my neck as he held me, his other hand around my waist. It was short and sweet, but god did it feel good.

We separated after a moment, "I'm definitely getting jealous more often," he smirked, pressed his lips into mine once again.

"We should probably go back out there, the others will be back soon." I explained, and he nodded. His handed laced with mine and we both exited the room and quickly sitting on the couch. Morgan emerged from her room and sighed happily.

"I'm guessing everything fine now?" She questioned Andrew did his famous laugh, "great."

[authors note: I honestly said fuck it and posted 3 new chapters that are EXTREMLY messy might I add. So sorry for typos or any mistakes!]