"Shut up with yo little dick." God, why am I doing this? Somethings I really do hate my big mouth. This is all my friends fault though.
One random day in Chemistry Katy told me that she thinks Ethan has a big dick. I immediately disagreed because of the simple fact that he's a show-off, a cocky prick and usually guys like that are all talk. So we started debating during the whole period and it ended in a bet, which is never good.
See me, I'm the type of person who can never back down from a bet. I don't know why but I just can't. I hate losing or being proved wrong. So I always end up in ridiculous situations, like this one for instance.
Ethan turns towards me with furrowed brows.
"What did you say?" I smirk, knowing that I've provoked him.
"You heard me," I cross my arms, getting all up in his face.
"With. yo. little. ass. dick." I poke his chest at each word. He stares me down and I feel a victory coming my way. Then he displays a smirk of him own.
"Wanna test that theory?" I lift a brow.
"Not a theory, fact." Something passes through his eyes as I say this, almost as if he's mocking my confidence. He moves closer.
"So you wouldn't be against," his eyes travel my face before his breath hits my ear.
"Let's say, checking the facts." I hold back a shiver as I grit my teeth. Is he really trying me? Though I know this is a horrible idea, I send a glare as the next stupid words tumble from my lips;
"try me, bitch."
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"They don't come home until later but that probably won't matter for you." He chuckles as I unlock my door.
"Wanna bet on some more things?" I roll my eyes as we walk in. 'This is gonna be such an easy win.' He sends me a mocking smirk, otherwise ignoring my comment. Once the door is closed, I begin walking towards my room.
"Now, let's talk prizes." He chuckles while I smirk. God, such an idiot. Getting to my door, my hand reaches the knob before he traps me. Grabbing my other hand, he presses it flat against my door then he takes hold of my hip and thrusts it out so my face is pressed against the hard wood and my butt is rubbing against even harder wood.
"Well, I get to do whatever I please and you have to take it." I try as subtle as possible to clench my thighs together as my stomach tightens. I click my tongue once he releases me and turn towards him with a smirk, seemingly fine, I hope.
"And I," I poke at his chest.
"Get to know your cousin, Adrian." He shrugs one shoulder with an easy smirk.
"Whatever." He says this as if what my prize is doesn't even matter, as if there's no chance I'll win. I stare at him with a smirk of my own.
Cocky bitch.
After our little staring contest, I nod then turn the door handle. Facing my door, I open it and we walk in. I immediately take my hair down and move towards my Beats Pill. Waving the cylinder-like object around, arch an eyebrow.
"Music?" He chuckles then pulls out his phone.
"Got just the thing." I hand it to him as I head to the bathroom. After closing the door, I smirk at my reflection.
Some people may think this is going too far but what can I say; I'm competitive.
Plus, I'm not gonna lie and say he's unattractive. With dark locks, light eyes, a sculpt jaw and plump lips he's definitely not too hard to look at. But I'd never tell or let that dumbass know that. His head is already bloated enough.
Going over myself, I decide to take out my contacts and remove my light makeup then clothes. When I get done drying my face and am in my underwear, I here the soft base of a song.
Opening the door, I'm greeted my darkness. I furrow my eyebrows, turning off my bathroom lights despite this. He laughs at my confusion.
"You prefer the lights off?" I smirk, moving into my room.
