Dares

You Should Go

Bailey's POV

I run my fingers through my wet hair, I had just gotten out of the shower because I stank from football. I turn up the music I have playing from my phone and pull out my hair dryer. I mouth along the words to Bonkers by Dizzee Rascal into my hair brush before I plug it in and turn it on.

It takes a while before my hair is totally dry, then I flat iron it. It takes forever. I leave the bathroom in a pair of short volleyball shorts and my old football jersey and with Dizzee Rascal still playing from my phone. I enter my room and toss my phone on my bed.

I check the time. 5:43. I go downstairs and am making myself toast with Vegemite when the door opens.

"I'm home!" My father's familiar voice rings through the house.

"Dad!" I yell, dropping the metal knife in my hand, ignoring the fact that I probably made a mess on the counter. I run into my father's embrace and giggle.

"Where's mum?" he asks. I shrug and follow him into the kitchen where I clean up my mess and take a bit of the toast.

"I am pretty sure Luke is at Ashton's or something," I say leaning against the counter. At that exact moment Luke runs down the stairs and into my father's arms, proving me wrong. I finish my toast and toss the knife in the sink, before wiping my hands on a towel hanging from the oven and running upstairs to do homework.

I am in the middle of my maths when a soft tapping echoes through my room. Creeped out I choose to ignore it. But soon there is knocking at my window. I huff and walk over, still creeped out, so I grab my hair brush, as if that would help.

I carefully pull back the curtain and let out a scream but slap my hand over my mouth before I can wake anyone up. I open the window and he climbs in and I throw my hairbrush at him.

"What the hell Irwin! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?" I whisper yell. He is pacing my room and running a hand through his hair. I then notice he doesn't have his signature bandana and he is wearing all black.

"Ashton," I groan and walk over to him, grabbing his elbow. He turns to look at me and pulls away sitting down on my bed. I suck in a breath and sit by him, tucking one leg under my other one that is dangling off, I am currently biting back the words I want to scream out.

"Are you going to tell me why you're here or just sit on my bed," I say. Finally he stops playing with his fingers and looks up at me. His hazel eyes meet my eyes and he bites his lip. Um ok then, do that to me freaking hot.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he admits, taking me by surprise.

"What do you mean?" I ask in confusion.

"I can't stop thinking about your kissable lips, and your hair and you and your freaking eyes and just..." he trails off before lifting his eyes to mine. My lips are parted in surprise and I play with a loose string on my shorts.

"What am I supposed to say?" I question finally, after a minute of silence. He lets out a heavy sigh and we fall into another silence.

"Bailey?" he mutters.

"Hmm?" I hum looking up at him.

Then his lips crash against mine. The same feeling from before is erupting in my stomach from before and it takes me a minute to process what is happening. His lips are encouraging mine to kiss him back and I do.

He shifts himself and pushes me back on the bed, he supports himself on his elbow and his other hand runs down my waist, fiddling with the hem of my jersey before he places his hand on my bare skin. It is rough and calloused from drumming and it's contrast from my soft torso is amazing. Fire, that's the only way to describe the feeling. Fire takes over my torso and I can feel it throughout my whole body.