Game On

Game On

Music_Is_My_Kie
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His sickly blue eyes glint in the moon light and I bite my lip to keep from grinning. Here I am, Kasey Henderson, Lotus High's own plain Jane in the dark with the school's hottest bad boy. But I can't get too head over heels. A deal's a deal. No feelings, no attachments. Just fun. But I know he feels the growing spark. He has to. The electricity is too strong to only affect one person. He's not a man of steel.....is he? "Kase?", his voice is filled with drunken wonder and it snaps me out of my thoughts. I've been staring too long. Who gives a damn. "Jaystin. Have you ever thought about actually settling down with a girl?" Jay pauses for a minute and the familiar look of mischief fills those ocean blue orbs of his. "Your best friend Lily is pretty hot.". I'm almost offended as he starts to chuckle in the darkness, the smell of alcohol on his breath is strong. But I see it in his eyes. He's toying with me. On purpose. Two can play at that game. I smirk and take another swig of the stolen whisky bottle. Game on.....
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Storm, Meet Raine

"We share a fucking bed!" He follows me out of the bathroom, grabbing my wrist when I had turned my back to him. "What's fucking wrong with you now? You threw a bitch fit when you were at the hospital, and now when I compliment you, you're mad at me." "Maybe you shouldn't give compliments with the hope of getting me on your dick!" I snatch my wrist back, turning around to face him, but I smacked into his chest. He took that as an opportunity to grab both of my arms and hold them together behind me. "If I wasn't raised better, I'd spit on you." "And if I wasn't raised better, I'd kick your motherfucking teeth out," he gritted, shaking me when I struggled in his hold. "Would you stop!" He raised his voice, causing my insides to quiver, and my limbs stopped moving. "What is your problem?" "I'm not one of them," I spit angrily, "You can't make me look stupid before charming me. If you think you have to force yourself to compliment me in order for me to spread my legs, then you don't know me," I breathed harshly, my chest brushing against his body, and momentarily, his eyes flickered downward. "I'm offended. You think I'm trying to 'charm' you," he uses air quotations before slamming me against the wall right next to the bed, "When all I have to do is wink to get you to flood your underwear." "I'd like to see you try." I grind out, causing him to smirk at me. A different one this time. One that unsettled me. His lips curved up nicely, yes, but his eyes weren't sparkling with mischief. He didn't seem too happy with me calling him out the way I did. "Bet," he inhaled sharply before backing away from me, his smirk lifting higher, and it morphed into a beautiful smile. "See you at practice, bitch." Carson 'Storm' Speros and Raine Carter have a long way to go, battling through the abnormalities of their unique college and the tough time sharing a baseball team. Will Raine start to see the light in Carson and accept him? We'll see.

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