Dares

Woo Me Tarzan

Bailey's POV

I sigh running a hand through my hair and stare at the problem. I had gotten halfway through it when I almost died of confusion. I jump when my phone rings.

"Do you understand what is going on in this math shit?" I question as soon as I pick up, not looking at the caller ID, figuring it is Michael or Faith.

"Probably, I mean I did already pass your grade," the voice echoes into my ear.

"Oh hey Ashton, say um, if 5x3+90-79(80)=x and my problem is 8(8)+97-78/76*45x how do I calculate the area of this irregular pyramid?" I question furrowing my eyebrows at the problem. The problem actually was making me solve the stupid equation and then figure out how many of them added up or whatever to fit the pyramids total area which was 79,845 cubed. Stupid math.

"I honestly don't know, but you can come over tonight and maybe I will have it Googled?" he questions. I laugh.

"Ok Irwin tell you what, if I leave now, bring my homework, and you finish it, I will hangout with you and we can do whatever," I say sitting up on my bed.

"Can I use Google?"

"Fine I guess."

I hear him celebrate a little before I hear his voice again. "Ok, I will leave the window open, text me when you get here."

We say our goodbyes and I shove my binder in my backpack. I pull on a loose white shirt over my black bra and decide my yoga pants will work. I toss my phone into my backpack and pull on my old black hightop Vans and climb out my window, I swing myself down the tree I seemed to have mastered this week.

I take off to Ashton's house, the bag banging against my back.

I arrive at the house and hear drumming from Ashton's room, why he is drumming so late, I do not know, it is 10:30 at night and his neighbours are probably asleep. I sigh and text him. No response. He probably can't hear me, so naturally, I end up throwing rocks into his window.

I hear a foul note and then the echoing of the cymbals as Ashton's head peeks out the window.

"You didn't respond," I say, waving my phone. He giggles and I climb up. He pulls me into his room and picks up the rock I threw in and tosses it out the window.

"Get to work Tarzan," I say, handing him my bag.

"Tarzan?"

"Yes, you are this big muscular curly haired man that seems to have mastered climbing up the tree outside my house on the first try." I scoff.

"Whatever," he shakes his head, I smile and sit on his bed. He sits at the foot and pulls the binder out of my bag, opening it and looking over the page. I lay back on his bed and scroll through my phone.

I smile when I see the picture the football team had posted with around three hundred likes. I click on Ashton's page and roll my eyes at all the playboy posts he has. Don't get me wrong, they are really hot, but I just hate how playboyish Luke and his friends are.

I turn off my phone and rub my eyes before I roll over and curl up into a ball. I like the way Ashton's room smells. I like the way he smells.

"Done!" Ashton practically shouts, slamming my binder closed. I jump and he laughs before pulling me up and sitting me on his lap, he scoots back and leans against the wall. I rest my head back against his chest as he wraps his arms around me.

"Bailey?"

"Yeah?"

"What are we?"

"I don't know Ash," I say.