My Angel

Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forget about her lonely life at home and provides a safe space in her mind.

She loves dancing.

Kayson Hayes, is an odd one. He has black fluffy hair that reaches just past his eyes. He always where's a black surgical mask to school because he believes that the school air is contaminated. Well, nobody knows he thinks that.

But nobody has actually seen his face.

He only speaks when he needs to, and is horrible at expressing his emotions. The only thing that helps him is underground fighting.

He loves fighting.

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"People like to talk, what would your date think if he saw you under here with me? Or someone told him you were under here with me doing something?" He asked huskily, I glared at him.

"Nothing. Because we aren't doing anything," I shrugged, he smirked.

Kayson is smirking?

"And if we were?" He questioned, moving his free hand down my waist and stopped at my hip.

His other hand trailed from my waist chain to my back before traveling up to the nape of my neck, my breath hitched. I had to tilt my head up to look at him.

"What are you doing?" I breathed, he stared at me deeply with a look in his eyes.

He dropped his hands.

"I don't know."