"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.