Author: LoveAlways03 PM
Ok tell me what you found out' he asked keeping his eyes on the dark haired girl. 'Well she is a junior, just moved here and legal' they watched her struggle with her locker 'Oh and she is most definitely Bradley Hewitt's cousin' he smirked. Jackpot.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 29 - Words: 138,930 - Reviews: 290 - Favs: 197 - Follows: 254 - Updated: 05-13-13 - Published: 03-11-11 - id: 2898287
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"Do you ever put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like. Everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but you just keep going."
"You alright, man?" a hard hit slammed into his shoulder and he winced a bit. It didn't hurt, not really. However, just a few hours ago, a certain pair of nails ripped into it and he was more than sure there had to be a small bruise or something. He never realized how sharp her nails were, until they ripped through his skin, hurting a bit, but still really turning him on.
"Yeah," he rolled his neck to the side and trailed his eyes up the stands to the girl sitting on the bleachers. Her staring hard at her notebook, biting on her bottom lip as she scribbled down some notes she missed from class earlier. He knew he shouldn't have missed. They have a huge exam coming up. However, as he watched her, played images in his mind of what had happened, while everyone was sitting in class, he knew it was so worth it. "I'm just seriously tired."
"Well, glad to see you are in a better mood than earlier," Andrew commented and his friend's gray eyes shifted over at him. "You were being kind of a bitch. Seriously in a bad mood."
"Collins and I had a sorta fight," he shrugged, snatching the ball from his friend's hands and dribbling it twice. "But we are good now."
"Yeah," a smile danced over his face as his eyes moved back to her. "I'll be right back. You guys pick teams," he tossed the ball at one of his friends, before jogging toward the bleachers. Quickly up the steps he stopped in front of her with a sneaky smirk. "Hey Angel," he eased a step in front of her and placed either hands on her side as he leaned forward.
"Hi," her eyes met his and he felt his body tingle over at the sparkle that lit in them.
"What are you doing?" he held her gaze a moment before dropping them down to the notebook in her lap.
"Finishing notes," she tapped her pencil to the paper and felt her body shiver at his closeness. Him easing forward a fraction and his knee pressed between hers, making her tense a little.
"Are you ok?" he jerked his leg back with wide eyes. Panic flickering in him that he might have messed something up. Yes, earlier she was fine. She more was the one who pushed them to sleep together and though he could have stopped it, at the beginning it was all her. Then yes, ok, in the shower it was more him then her but she seemed like she wanted to. He didn't want to think that now she somewhat regretted it and didn't like him touching her.
"Yes," she told him, shifting a bit nervously on the bleacher. "I just…"
"Just what?" he dropped down in front of her and touched her leg, again watching her tense a second. "Collins, what's wrong?"
"It's embarrassing," she bit hard on her lip and his brows creased.
"I'm just…" she moved again and grabbed his hand to play with. "I'm kinda sore," she whispered out and his eyes widened.
"I hurt you?" he jerked his hand back, but she panicked and grabbed it again.
"No! You didn't hurt me," she rushed to tell him. "It's just…it's like when you go to the gym. You use muscles you normally don't and in the moment it's fine, great even," she gave a reassuring grin and a gentle one traced over his face when her small hand reached to touch his cheek. "But after a couple hours, it just sorta hurts."
"I'm sorry…" his eyes trailed down to her lower half and a deep blush swept over her face.
"Benry," she squealed a bit and cupped his cheek to look at her. "Don't look down like that. People might notice."
"Baby," he chuckled rolling his eyes and leaning forward to give her a sweet kiss. "No one notices."
"Not true," she hummed a little against his lips, feeling has his hand slid up her thigh. "Everyone notices things you do," she pulled back from his sweet kisses to tell him. The dark haired boy frowned some and hated that. He wished people didn't pay attention to him, it was annoying. "Can I ask you a favor?"
"You can ask me anything," he brushed her hair back, a sudden flash of remembering when it had fallen in his face earlier. A feeling ripping in his chest and he wondered if it was unhealthy how much he always wanted her. "You know that…"
"It's just…" she pulled in a long breath and looked down at his fingers. Benry, learning early on it was a nervous habit of hers that she did when she was uncomfortable, or nervous to say something. "Would you maybe come over tonight?" her dark eyes slowly trailed up to meet his and he swallowed hard. "We don't have to do anything," she rushed to say and he wanted to laugh at that. "It's just my parents still aren't home and that house is so big and I just get lonely and plus it kinda scares me."
"Think a crazy killer is hiding in the closet?"
"Benry!" she shrieked, reaching back and slugging his shoulder when he smirked. "Don't put that image in my head. What is wrong with you?" she scowled and he let out a loud chuckle, more than sure it brought attention to them.
"I'm sorry, I was just joking…"
"Well it wasn't funny. Now I may just ask Taylor or Jeri to come over…"
"Now don't say that," he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her neckline, sensing when she quivered.
"Benry," she rolled her head nervously to the side as he trailed his lips to her ear. Reaching her hand up, she twirled his hair between her fingers and giggle some.
"I bet they aren't as much fun as I am," she felt his lips curve into a smirk, as he nipped at her lobe and a heat flooded over her.
"Ok!" she was short of breath and shoved his back. Him chuckling as he landed hard on the bleacher under her. "Stop that," she ordered and he held his hands up in defense. "You just go play ball with your friends and leave me alone."
"I'll agree to that," he stood up and leaned close, her breath catching as she leaned back just a fraction. "Until tonight," he kissed her nose and she rolled her eyes as he spun, like always, with grace, down the wooden bleachers and back to his friends.
"Think that was enough of a workout to skip practice?" Andrew teased as they moved into the locker room. "Because now I'm exhausted."
"Maybe you shouldn't spend so many nights at Jay's," Art joked as he tugged his shirt of his head and yanked open his locker. The room filling with light 'ohs' as the blonde rolled his eyes.
"Give him a break, man. They aren't like that," Benry defended his friend as he moved toward his locker. "You can sleep at a chicks house and not be banging her," he reasoned tugging his shirt over his head and reaching for his regular clothes for the day.
"You clearly wouldn't know much of that, now would you?" the dark haired boy tossed a look over his shoulder to see Jared moving into the room.
"What are you talking about jackass?" Benry twisted around to face him and fiddled with his shirt. "Because I can assure I'm not in the mood for it," his eyes shifted for a second to Bradley as he stood silently at his locker. They hadn't talked much, not that they ever did. However, lately it had seemed to be more…relaxed. They didn't throw snide remarks at each other, weren't constantly throwing glares. They just…they didn't react to each other anymore.
"I'm not talking of anything," he leaned against the green lockers and smirked. "The love marks across your back are clear evidence enough you aren't going to bed alone at night," he stated and the blonde beside him eyes widened as he snapped his head toward him. "Who'd I make the bet with that the little virginal thing she did was an act and she was actually a tiger in the sheets?"
"Ben!" Andrew grabbed at his friend, but didn't reach him in time before the dark haired boy had him pinned against the metal doors.
"You truly don't know what the fuck you're talking about," he hissed, gripping tight on his collar as his forearm pressed into his neck.
"I don't huh?" his brow arched and his smirk dipped a fraction of a second before returning. "Then who caused them? Come on, if it's not her let me know," his lip twisted up and Benry's glare deepened. "I won't tell her you strayed."
"Do you just speak out of your ass all the time?" Bradley stepped over the small bench and toward him. "Because I can assure you this conversation isn't going to end well for you."
"She's like the new Taylor, huh?" Jared let out a deep chuckle.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, Bradley was fucking Taylor and Benry dove in to save her constantly," he shifted his eyes between the two and their eyes turned a blaze. "Now, Benry is fucking Collins and you dive in. Do you two just enjoy sharing girls?"
"Do you just like getting your ass beat?" Bradley questioned annoyed. "Because that is how this patterns goes right? I beat your ass, now its Ben's turn," he slapped Benry's back and felt how tense his body was. He swore he saw him shaking with anger and it actually made him a bit nervous. "Ben," he turned his attention to the dark haired boy and tugged his shoulder. "Man…let go. He isn't worth it."
"Yeah, man," Jared mocked. "Let go…not worth it," he repeated and Benry shuffled his feet forward and added more pressure to his neck. "However, before we move on from this topic, you think you could put in a good word for me with her? I saw that girl dancing and well…you know what they say."
"Jared, shut up!" Bradley snapped, tugging on Benry's shoulder and trying to push him back. "Dude, let go," he ordered, knowing things wouldn't go well if he swung at Jared. Their coach was clear, any more fights and their ass was off the team and Bradley knew if Benry was no longer on the team, his grades alone wouldn't get him into college. He needed his ball scholarship. He wasn't stupid, but he had slacked off in classes over the last couple years. And his junior…yeah it wasn't the best. Bradley was surprised he didn't drop out altogether.
"Come on, Ben," Jared kept pushing, knowing any hit he got would be worth it. The pain would only last so long. "Let a friend have a turn. Not like we haven't shared girls before. What makes her ass that special?" he questioned and watched as the fist rose back and started to move toward. Bracing himself and closing his eyes for the hit, he truly admitted he deserved, but just cringed when he heard a loud pop and crack by his face.
"Ben…" Bradley tugged him back and felt his body relax. Benry's eyes giving Jared a look that honestly sent a chill down his spine before spinning on his feet.
"You're lucky," Benry stepped over the bench to grab his stuff from the locker.
"Why?" Jared swallowed a large lump and shook off the feeling in him. "Because your basketball career is clearly more important than defending your girl?"
"Jackass…" Andrew rubbed the creases in his brow confused to why he was still talking. He never knew why he pushed so hard to make Bradley and Benry tick. It didn't make sense to him at all.
"No, because she means more than it," he snatched his stuff and shoved passed everyone and out the locker room.
"What the hell does that mean?" Jared's brows pulled confused.
"Collins doesn't like violence," Bradley explained as he watched his once friend retreat out. "She finds it a pointless act. Ben swings at you…it won't be ball he is in hot water with."
"You better hope those two don't ever break up," Andrew agreed grabbing his own stuff. "Because if they do we all know who he is taking his anger of it out on," he smacked his shoulder with a half grin before himself walking out. Jared glancing at the large dent in the locker and shaking off the feeling that returned in him.
"Hi," Collins bounced down the bleacher to the boy walking out of the back hall. "Benry…" she grabbed his hand when he started to pass her and he cringed back. "Are you ok?" she glanced down at the hand as it awkwardly curled in.
"I'm fine," he tried to slide it into his pocket but she quickly grabbed it.
"You aren't fine, Benry. Your hand is bleeding," she flipped it around to look at it and shaking her head. "Benry its swelling," she told him and he flexed the fingers and felt the tightness in his joints. "What happened?"
"Nothing, I just…" he lifted his gaze to see the guys walking out. Collins following it and he quickly dropped his gaze to pull back her attention. "Slammed my hand in the locker."
"Benry," she laughed a little and shook her head. "How are you so graceful and yet so klutzy?"
"I don't know," he let out a dry laugh and shook his head. "Just am, I guess."
"Good thing you're cute," she shook her head and slowly took his ok hand in hers. "Come on, why don't we go get you some ice?"
"Yeah," he slid his arm over her shoulders and glanced back behind him. Seeing as Jared again smirked at him and he turned back to face forward.
"Guess we won't be having too much fun tonight," she pulled back his attention to tease. Turning her head to look at the hand at it rested over her shoulder. "Doubt you will be able to do that much with it."
"Trust me, my other hand will be just fine," he recovered his smirk and pressed a kiss to her temple. "And I don't even need that…" he informed her and she felt the heat spread over her body.
"Hey," Taylor touched his arm and he slowly spun his body from his locker to look at him. "Hi…"
"Hi," Bradley chuckled a little and shifted his eyes around the hall. "What has you so…smiley?" he wiggled his finger at her smile and she rolled her eyes. She didn't know why people kept mocking her for smiling. It was a good thing to smile.
"Because I wanted to talk to you about something," she explained, pretty sure she was going to bust if she didn't get too soon.
"Yeah, I kinda wanted to talk to you about something also…"
"What?" her brows creased at his serious expression. "Are you ok?"
"Fine," he told her quickly. "I'm good, Tay. I just…something happened with Benry earlier…"
"God, what did he do?" she let out a long sigh. Just when she thought they were all moving forward, something stupid happened.
"Nothing, he surprisingly didn't do anything," he told her honestly. "But…he is isn't he?"
"He is what?" she looked at him even more confused and hated how panicked he looked. "Bradley," she touched his arm and stepped forward. "He is what?"
"He's sleeping with her," he barely muttered, the whole thing feeling weird on his tongue.
"I…I don't know," she told him honestly. "I mean, I know she was upset this weekend because she felt she kept putting herself out there in that regard and he kept turning her down."
"He turned her down?"
"He wanted to be honest with her," she gave a light shrug and his eyes widened. "I know you find it hard to believe but he is crazy about her. He didn't want her not knowing the truth of everything. He's scared too; he doesn't want her leaving him."
"You think he did? Tell her I mean?" he wondered because he knew they slept together. Jared was right, he saw the marks. If Taylor truly believed Benry cared about his little cousin, he knew he wouldn't have cheated on her and they belong to anyone else. "I mean, they slept together Taylor. Unless he hooked up with someone else, because he is sleeping with someone."
"I'm sorry," she stepped closer and shook her head. "I know it's not the ideal relationship you wanted for her. But it was bound to happen sooner or later. And look at her Bradley," she nodded her head out the side window at the young couple sitting out at a picnic table. The dark haired boy sitting and grinning at her as her mouth moved a million miles a minute and she wrapped his hand. "She looks happy…Is the worst thing that happens to her that she gave herself to the boy she really loves?"
"No…" he looked at her a moment before trailing his eyes down to her. "I guess not…now," he inhaled deep and had to control his hand from reaching up and brushing her hair back. It was a habit of his, but he knew he couldn't do it so openly. Odds were high now someone was watching and going to start a rumor about them talking already. "What is it that you wanted to talk about? Because I feel lately I haven't asked you that enough…"
"What do you mean?"
"I've been so caught up with Collins and my mom and…Benry, that I let you almost get lost in the shuffle. I feel I haven't asked you how you really feel in weeks…"
"You check in enough with me Bradley. Don't ever think you don't," she told him and he slowly nodded. However, he didn't agree. He felt they were so serious, but their serious talks slowly turned more into them arguing about Benry or Collins or just some bullshit he didn't like. "I just…" she slowly draped her arms over his shoulders and his eyes widened.
"Babe…what are you doing?" he stood frozen and tossed a glance at the people looking at them. "We are in public."
"Too bad it's not public enough," she smirked, shoving up on her feet and crashing her mouth into his. Feeling as it caught him off guard but he slowly smirked and brought his hands down to her backside making her squeal. "A little too much," she giggled pulling back and wiping her lip gloss of his bottom lip. "God, I've wanted to do that all day."
"You know you just sparked a ton of talk, right?"
"I don't care," she gave a light smile. "I deserve to be happy. I'm happy with you. Fuck everyone else's opinion."
"Fuck'em," he agreed, giving a large grin as he lifted her chin up for a sweet kiss. "You think I can walk my girl home after practice?"
"I think you can even walk her to practice and she will wait for you," she smirked and he chuckled as they laced their fingers together and headed toward the gym.
"I'm so sorry about your hand," Collins shook her head as she held the ice to his hand. "I'm sorry your coach got onto you…"
"Why are you sorry? It's not your fault," he told her and she bit her lower lip looking at it. Apparently the nurse thought he had fractured his knuckle. He swore it was just a really bad bone bruise, but whatever it was, the team trainer told him he couldn't play in the game that night. Yet, he was honestly ok with that. Of course he would be disappointed he'd miss their game, but at the same time he didn't want to play. His mind wasn't focused in it the last few games and he knew the team would probably be just fine without him. Plus, it got him out of going to practice. His coach wanted him to go to a real doctor, but he pretty much planned not doing that. He knew his mom couldn't pay the bill on that.
"I just don't like you hurting…"
"I'm fine, Angel," he promised and she bit harder on her lip still unsure. "But," he shifted on the bench and turned her. Grabbing her legs he twisted her and pulled her close, so her legs rested over his. "What are your plans for tonight?"
"I don't know," she gave a light shrug and ran her hands over his thighs. "Probably dinner, shower, bed. Nothing amazingly exciting."
"I don't know," a slow smirk traced over his lips and her eyes fluttered up to meet his. "Sounds pretty exciting to me," he teased and she bit hard on her lip. "Andrew is throwing a party tonight. Want to go? We don't have too, but I haven't been to one in a while and Andrew really wanted us there."
"I could do that," she agreed with a slow nod. "Being as I'm not going to the away game this weekend, I might as well get to spend some time with you."
"You aren't going this weekend?" his brows creased to that. They had their first tournament this weekend in the town over and usually the entire school piles into the hotels and show up. He didn't know she had planned on not coming. He already booked a room for her to go.
"I can't. My parents don't want me going," she gave a light shrug.
"I don't know, really," she told him, really unsure of why they didn't. "They just said they would like me not to attend this weekend. They are returning home Sunday night, so I think they just want me here."
"Well that's shit," he grumbled and she rolled her eyes at his pout. "I already planned an entire night for us."
"Yeah," he told her and growled when she bit her lower lip. That one act got him every time with her. "Thought after the game I could take you to this neat little diner down from the school, that I know you would love. And then maybe walk on the beach and then I was going to bring you up to my room where we might partake in a very long," he leaned forward to press a kiss to her neck, "and hot," he moved to the other side and felt her shiver, "bath. Before ending in my very large, comfortable bed where I would show you that this messed up hand doesn't do anything to effect me."
"Tease," she joked and he let out a deep chuckle that made her skin tingle.
"Every day I think I wear more and more off on you," he teased, swearing as days past she said things that were very much Benry like. "Might not be the best thing," he joked with a dry laugh and looked away from her.
"Benry," she turned his cheek to face her and hated the pain she saw in his eyes. She didn't get it, but she knew she didn't like it. "I'm still me. I just…every day I grow more and more comfortable around you."
"I like to think so," she laughed a little and he slowly grinned. "I'm just so crazy about you."
"That is a really good thing…"
"Yeah, it is," she whispered out before lifting her chin to catch his mouth on hers. "Oh, Benry…" she pulled back to look at him and bit her lip. "I love the way you make me feel. You're just…just so perfect and everyone here wants you, all the girls. However, I have you, how did that happen?"
"Because you…you are just you," he told her, wishing he in that moment could have just been honest with her about it all. He hated he couldn't be, but he was so damn afraid he was going to lose her. "My Angel," he brushed her hair back and she dropped her gaze down as his hand lingered on her cheek. "And I'm going to miss the hell out of you this weekend."
"It's just two days," she told him, but knew it was shit. She was sure she hadn't spent two days away from him since she met him. It was a bit weird how much time she wanted to spend with him.
"I'm coming over Sunday night," he informed her and she laughed as he leaned forward to give her a kiss. "And tonight you're mine," he mumbled against her lips and felt her agree. His plan to cut that party short so he could get her home.
Hope you enjoy.