Wild Baleigh Love

Mad and jealous

"Do you think your friends are looking for you?" He asks placing the other things back in the box. I hold the icepack to my skin as he tries to put the kit away.

I drop it and attempt to stand averting my eyes back to him. "I don't know, when I left Tif was dancing with some guy he told us he's called Dubel?"

"Dubel? Oh s**t!" He cuss and starts laughing.

"And why are you laughing?" I ask sitting back sort of comfortably.

"He's my friend, I don't know if that asshole can dance." He States as if it's just an obvious thing I should know and he walks to the dresser shaking his head.

"Oh but they were dancing, and for Cam, I don't know where she is right now, maybe with Jelton." He stands on the way looking at me his eyes out.

"What?" I snap.

"Your girls are..." He trails. "Maybe ganging up on my friends or what are y'all doing?" He laughs picking a black t-shirt and walks back. "You can wear this." He hands it to me.

"Your freaking bunch of friends are the one ganging on my friends for all I can say." I huff grabbing the shirt from his hand.

" Okay whatever, but those boys better not mess with them, I don't want them to be skinned alive with their girl leader somewhere." He says rolling his eyes and I snort stretching my hands over my head as I stand up.

"Where are you going?" He asks his voice panicked.

"I'm going to change." I stand Midway not knowing where to go. " Can you turn around and don't peek please." I tell him putting my hands on hips.

"No I won't, I want to see you." He simply states a smile tugging on his lips.

God this boy.

"Bally!" I shriek shaking my head as I turn the lights off using the switch on the wall next to me.

He whines and I smile to myself as I unzip the dress. It pools at my feet, I step out of it pulling his t-shirt over my head. It smells so good just like him even though there's an additional scent from wash. I'm wearing black Lacy bra and panties. I debate between removing my bra but I decide against it. I take a deep breath and turn the lights on.

His expression almost makes me feel sexy. He leans up on his elbows to have a better view of me. He's not ashamed eyeing me up down without blinking.

"Come here." He says and I ignore my subconscious telling me to run and I walk towards the bed. "You're not going to whine about sleeping in the bed with me are you?"

He asks and I roll my eyes.

The thing is I don't want to sleep in a guest room because I'm sure there are numerous guestrooms here. The monstrous house makes me feel scared, it's intimidating in some sort of way.

I don't want to be like a frightened kid all night cowered in blankets waiting for the morning to come because she's affrighted by ghosts.

He's wearing shorts only. I fight the urge of looking at his toned torso and his abdomen which is clearly defined by muscles. No matter how hard I try, I'm still feeling uneasy around him. His torso is covered in a tensing six pack and two very obvious v-lines dip into his skin.

"No, the bed is big enough for the both of us." I smile and he returns the smile.

"Good reasoning." He teases as I climb onto the bed and then I scoot closer to the edge of the bed far away from his body. I hear him chuckle and I roll over on my side to face him.

"What?" I can feel his contagious humour in his expression. I pout and pucker out my bottom lip. His eyes travel to my mouth and he runs his tongue along his lips.

"So someone here has never slept in the bed with a guy before right?" He asks raising a brow as he rolls on his side moving a little closer to me. I can't move back anymore because am going to fall backwards off the bed.

"That someone hasn't." I answer him and an amused look grows on his face. He smiles and without knowing my hand reaches out and pokes his intended dimple. His eyes dart in surprise and I pull my hand away as my brain registers.

He grabs my hand and puts it back against his cheek gently. "I don't understand why you're so harsh, I mean so feisty." He says and I gulp making him chuckle.

He brings my hand to his mouth and runs it along his wet lips. His breath is hot against my fingers and I'm even surprised when he bares his teeth and gently bites the pad of my index finger. His expression is so dark and he smiles at me as my breath becomes ragged.

"I'm not feisty you just think so, can you turn the fan on please?" I ask making him furrow his eyebrows. He chuckles as he moves to turn it on. He comes back and lies on his back facing up.

"Uhmm...can I ask you something?" I ask in hopes that he'll allow me.

"Of course, anything go ahead." He nods leaning back to face me.

"Why do you call me princess, is it really a good idea to share your girlfriend's nickname with me?" I ask my voice coming out a little shaky and more of irregular and wavy.

He tilts his head folding his arms across his chest. I try not to stare at how his muscles flex and focus on getting an answer. A smile grows on his lips and he scoots closer to me.

"I never had one." I narrow my eyes at him as he examines me casually. His gaze on me makes my cheeks glow but I try pressing on.

"So who's this mysterious girl you were singing for earlier at the party?" I ask only to make his boyish smile widen. "Stop smiling at me like that!" I bawl scrunching my face up.

"Okay there's this girl." He bites his bottom lip as he lays on his back again. "She's so f*****g beautiful, I don't think I've ever seen someone nearly beautiful like her before. She's tough to get but I think she's worthy suffering and waiting for, I just hope she'll like me back someday. Damn, she's so freaking hot!" He closes his eyes tightly as he lavishes the memory and then continues smiling cheekily.

"I can even sell my body parts just to watch her smile or laugh with me. She has this lively laughter that will bring you out from the deaths. Oh I've not told you, she's like a goddess herself, she has these laviscious curves one can die for." He bites his tongue and swallows loudly. My thoughts goes immediately to the Stephany girl from the party. A pang of jealousy slaps me hard against my chest making it tighten but I swipe it away as soon as it stall and I replace it with a fake smile.

"Aaaww she must be eating your heart,soul and mind away all at once as I can see" I smile trying to keep the conversation live.

" I think I know her, you said she was at the party when you sang for her, she's that Stephany right?"

" Stephany ewww that's gross!" He scrunches his nose funnily and says, "She's Morgan's girlfriend, they started dating recently but the girl is, ugh! I don't know, she's like a pervert I don't even like how she dresses." oh really boy?

I feel relief washing over me. At least I don't know this girl. I fake a yawn to show him that I really want to sleep. In real sense, I don't want to hear him rant about his crush or girlfriend to be, I don't know why I'm feeling this way either. C'mon Tleigh remember this is still Ballice, the jackass you know. Yes subconscious, thanks.

"Here is your handbag by the way." He hands me the clutch from the drawer. So good of him, he carried it for me. I even forgot I had it.

"It's called a clutch." I correct making him roll his eyes as I take it from his hands. "Anyway thanks."

I take my phone and send Cam and Tif a quick text on our group that am okay so they should not bother looking for me. He's staring at me as I type away and I shut the phone down then I return it back to the drawer together with the clutch.

Everything he does even his smile manages to get a reaction from me. It's not fair that with a snap of his finger my emotions are whirling around like a hurricane. I'm starting to hate myself. I've never felt this way before.

The way his eyes are unraveling me is so strange. He lifts himself up against the headboard and holds his hand out for mine. I debate against it but I place my small hand in his as he wraps his fingers around it and pulls me unto him. He Stares into my eyes and I begin to feel nervous.

"Tell me, don't you want to know this girl?" He finally speaks up after a couple of minutes of silence. He brings his hand to my face, his thumb traces over my cheekbones and my eyes involuntarily close at his touch which is surprisingly gentle even with his calloused hands.

He seems to notice my uncomfortable expression. "What's wrong princess?"

I shrug,"Nothing... can we sleep please, I'm feeling dizzy."

I lie.

"Oh am sorry." He climbs off the bed and turns the lights off before climbing back. I ignore him and roll over to my side facing away from him as I cover myself with the duvet. I know part of me is annoyed at myself that being around him has turned me into a typical hormonal teenager.

"Goodnight Ballice." I mumble and I hear him sigh muttering something but I'm too exhausted to ask. So I force my eyes closed and try to think of anything else other than Ballice's mysterious girl as I fall asleep.