A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

058 / Can't I admire whats mine?

"Stop looking at me weirdo." "Can't I admire what's mine?"

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"So he calls you bunny?" Spencer whispers as I search for a book. "Bunny boy to be exact." "He's never used that one before." I shrug grabbing a book.

"Is he still the same? The jealousy thing." "Yeah...he's done it like four times this week." "Has he kissed you?" "Twice in the span of me knowing him."

"Has he said-" "It doesn't mean anything. Yes. Multiple times." I frown as hands travel around my waist.

"Richie? Aren't you supposed to be in class?" "Mhmm." "Where's Bill?" "Over there talking to someone." "Get off of me asshole. I'd rather him not get mad again." I sigh pulling away. His lips almost make contact with my jawline.

"C'mon bunny." He gently pulls me with him.

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"Stop taking my food asshole." "But I want some." "No." "What about a kiss? Can I get some of yours for a kiss?" I side-eye him. "I'm guessing that's a yes." He chuckles kissing me gently. I melt into it. "You like that don't you?" "Hmm. Nope."

His face flattens out. "Don't be an ass." "Maybe I wanna." "Well, you're not gonna." "I can do whatever I want." "Like what?" "Ghost you." "Oh please do." "I don't wanna." "Why not?" "Because I wanna be yours." "And that means?..." "You know exactly what that means." "What if I don't wanna?"

I glare at him. Raising his brows his grabs onto my hand. "Fine." He smirks.

—later

"Are you two really together?" A random girl asks, clearly mad. "Yes. He's gay so he wouldn't want you." I snicker walking past her into my class.

"Baby come here." He smirks as I sit beside him. "Baby?" "They're dating?" "I thought he had an interest in me." "Asshole." "Fuck Stan. He doesn't deserve him."

I ignore all the nasty comments around the classroom. Bill looks me up and down softly, admiring what is "his." "Stop looking at me weirdo." "Can't I admire what's mine?"