Friendship And Family (Currently undergoing a rewrite. Do Not Read.)

CHAPTER 10. Reconciliation

                Andrew's POV

I laid in bed with Deborah, playing cards in my laptop that was on my thighs. She was being a distraction the whole time and I couldn't concentrate.

"My jaw literally dropped when I heard you got into a fight, and I hated myself for not being there to witness the whole thing. I would have been your cheerleader."

The hell?

"You're not only attractive, and smart... you're also a fighter." She spread her fingers on my bare chest and I lost the game. Again. For the fourth time.

"Ugh..." I pushed my head back, running a hand on my face.

"Are you even listening?" She shook me with her arms that were wrapped around my neck.

"Yeah, yeah, of course I'm listening." I turned to her.

She loosened the frown she held on her face. "Well, who won the fight?"

I laughed, not believing she just asked that, and confused because she looked serious.

"Yes...?" Her big, sexy eyes that carried a force of hypnotism urged for an answer.

"Yeah, the guy almost passed out," I said to please her.

"OMG..." she grinned. "I've always—"

"Just stop talking and kiss me." I pulled her chin towards my face and her lips met mine. Her kisses were a lot better than her words most of the time. She wasn't the smartest girl on the planet, but I wasn't sure about the academic part and I didn't care. I ran my fingers through her wavy bob cut, a signature hairstyle she wore in school. Unlike others, she overstepped a lot of school rules and that was a major turn on for me. She pulled away too soon, as though she had a pending thought she wanted to share.

"I wish you weren't around your friends all the time," she said before I asked what the problem was.

"We've talked about this. Leave my friends out of our business." I gestured back and forth in the small space in our middle.

"Are you seriously going to choose your friends over me?"

I got upset at her question, for the most part wondering how our conversation reached a selection process. "Are you for real? We both agreed there wasn't going to be anything serious between us."

She cupped my cheek with her soft beautiful hand. "What if I change my mind?" she said, holding a daring smirk.

I scoffed. "In case you've forgotten, you have a boyfriend." I held her hand that was on my face and put it down, getting back to my game.

"I can break up with him." She leaned closer to me.

I faced her again, staring at those sexy eyes of hers that got me everytime, only now I was astonished and not mesmerised. But she didn't look a bit bothered about what she said. "Do whatever you want."

She laughed, backing away a little. "It's a me thing now? All because of some dudes you call friends?"

She finally got the attention she'd been seeking. "Okay, that's enough." I narrowed my eyes at her, hoping she'd pick the hint and see how serious I was.

"How defensive..." she drawled, enjoying whatever sick game she was playing, "but you're better off with me than you'll ever be with them."

I slumped my shoulders with a sigh. "Can you just stop?"

Her jaw dropped in amazement. "I can't believe how much you're defending them. I mean," she adjusted to face me properly, "we share something much deeper. They on the other hand are just some random kids you met in school."