"Are you serious that coaster was way funner than the Tornado!" I exclaimed enthusiastically.

We rode almost all the 'big kids' rides, and despite the fact that we argued mostly, I was still having fun.

But I was so exhausted and hungry, and Bryson was currently taking to some girl.

She had super tight skinies with a simple revealing V-neck shirt, and hot pink furry heels.

At first I thought they knew each other, but now I didn't think so much. She was mumbling something in his ear.

Bryce fake-laughed.

She put her hands on his chest flirting.

I couldn't help but feel offended, he came with me after all.

Finally after being annoyed of just waiting for him, I decided to butt in.

"Um hello!" I yelled at them.

The girl stared at me uninterested. "We're busy." She says, still holding him.

Who did she think she was?

Bryson on the other hand, literally just stood there, his expression amused.

"I'm the one he came with, so get out of my man's arms. You talked to him. Now leave." I argue trying to seem tough.

She scowled, and looked at Bryson to protest.

He smiled and voiced, " You heard her, we chatted. See yah later hunny." He nudged her off him, then walked towards me.

I felt bad for the girl.

She probably wanted Bryson's number too.

She gave me a dirty look then walked off.

"So, I'm your man huh?" He smirked next to me, wrapping an arm around me.

I smacked his arm off, "You wish. I only said that to make her leave, because I'm hungry. Take me home."

"I knew you fucking liked me." Bryson ignored my comment.

"You're my ride home. There was no way I was walking alone around here, while you were with some girl."

"Damn, I feel so fucking used." He answered, touching his heart as if it hurt him.

I rolled my eyes once again.

"Take me home, I'm starving." I whine to him.

My feet were killing me again, walking around in my heels.

Not to mention, I was kind of cold.

"Ok then let's go."

He pulled me by the arm leading me to what I thought was the way to his car, but instead to a freaking food court.

"Bryce! This isn't your car!"

"No, it's a food court."

"That is not food. You know how many bad things that food contains?"

He rolled his eyes.

"C'mon Koleen it's just for today."

"Yeah, then its gonna make me fucking bloated."

"One funnel cake please." He asked the pudgy cashier man.

"I am not gonna eat that." I spoke.

"Yes.You.Fucking.Are."

I crossed my arms against my chest and stayed put.

I was not gonna eat that with him.

Not when I have to stay in shape for Cross Count-

"Are you coming babe?"

I scoff. "Babe? Oh please."

"Ok, suit yourself."

I followed him.

I. Followed. Him.

I shouldn't have, but I had no choice.

"I knew you'd come." He smirks.

"I'm still not gonna eat that."

"Let's see about that." He grinned.

I glared at him as hard as I could, but failed when his hands moved towards my face.

"Hey!" When I opened my mouth he shoved a piece in.

"Do not spit it out." He warned me.

It was too late, the sugary taste was consuming me.

Biting at my insides, nawing and chewing until I had no choice but to swallow.

Which was a mistake, because it made my taste buds crave for more.

"More." I begged.

"Atta girl." He boomed, feeding me some more.

"I can feed myself thank you very much."

We fed on the funnel, me mostly eating it.

I couldn't help myself, it was too good to let him eat it all. I loved sweets too much.

"I shouldn't have eaten any, I feel like I'm gonna explode." I complained, clutching my stomach.

"We have to go." He comanded, his senses alerted.

My eyebrows furrowed, "Did you not hear me? I said I was gonna explode. I can't walk right now. Especially not in heels-"

He yanked my arm and started pushing through the crowd of people away from the food court.

"Owe, let me go!" I yelled at him, for a boy who's not as beefy as Sean was, he sure had a good grip.

He kept yanking me with him, running away from who knows what.

That is until I saw two gnarly looking men trying to catch up to us.

I thought we were being rude, but they were even ruder.

Pushing innocent people on the floor, smacking them with their big hands outta their way.

"Who are those guys, and why are they trying to catch up to us?" I questioned.

Bryson looked back, then yanked me even harder.

"Run!" He yelled at me.

He let go of me then ran for his life.

I pause to take off my heels, then ran after him.

I stopped near an empty area, where there were a few people and quietly called for Bryson.

"Bryce! Bryson are you here?!"

"Get your ass over here!" He whispered back inside a porta potty.

"Ew! No way!"

"If you want to live, then get over here!"

He didnt have to say it again, his voice was deadly serious, and when his voice is like that..let's just say I do not want to know what happens next.

I scrunched up my face in disgust, tiptoeing by the stall.

He was inside the porta potty! Despite the poop and pee everywhere, what made things worse was that it was small enough for one person.

I stopped in front of it, "I don't want to go inside."

He groaned then grabbed me, and carried me again bridal style, closing the door.

"Hey!" I whispered loudly.

"Shh!"

I heard loud, heavy footsteps outside.

Fear grew inside me, I couldn't help but grip onto him.

"I'm pretty sure they went this way." An ugly raspy voice called.

"Did you see that girl he was with? Damn, SexGod's always has his charms with the ladies." Another man's voice said.

'Did he just call him Sex God?'

"Baxter! Quit running your yap, and keep looking before I rip your throat out!" Crusty voice yelled, close to the toilet now.

Anxiety flooded my body.

Why were they looking for him?

"Check the porta potty." Crusty voice demands.

"You check it." Baxter argues.

"No, it stinks!"

"Then what makes you think I wanna check it? Besides, Sex God wouldn't wound up his scent this bad with a girl with him." Crusty Voice explained.

"I told your stick ass they didn't go this way, c'mon lets go check over there."

We waited ten minutes for reasurance.

My lungs were burning.

And not the satisfying kind.

"It fucking stank in there." I complain to him.

"Stop complaning, you stuck your nose on me. I was the one fucking suffocating!"

"I didn't have my nose on you."I murmured quietly. I mean it was sort of true, I used his cologne to not smell the stinky bathroom.

"C'mon lets get the fuck out of here before they find us."

'You mean you.' I wanted to say, but instead kept my mouth shut.

"But I don't want to go in your car like this. We both smell really bad."

"ThunderThighs, it's not my car it's my dad's but he's rich he'll get me a new one. "

"But-"

"You wanna go home or not."

I nodded, then walked to him.

He grabbed my tiny hand and led us to his car.

"What time is it?" He asked once we were already on the road.

"It's already midnight you ding dong. I'm already past my bedtime."

"So the little girl has a curfew huh?"

"Yes. We have freaking school tomorrow!"

"And? You dont have practice."

"How do you know that? " I asked quietly.

"ThunderThighs, the whole school knows. Sean's been blabbering his mouth the whole day about going to the club with his friends because there is no sports practice tomorrow."

'Stupid bitch.'

"I might not have practice, but I can still train on my own."

"Train for what, you got like barely any meets left, and Track doesnt start until after basketball. So what are you gonna do? Keep on training?"

"Yes. An athlete trains no matter what, to do better, to be better." I said mostly to myself.

"But you're not an athlete, you're a teenager. And teenagers have a life out of their sports."

I stayed quiet the whole car ride.

My mind was drowning in deep thoughts I wish could disappear.

It was too late at night to go to the gym or run.

I was just gonna have to bear with it.

And by bear with it, I mean listening to the radio.

"What the fuck are you doing? No!"

"I need to listen to music." I tell him.

"Keep your hands to yourself or you can put them on my-"

"So I can get in your car all stinky, but I can't turn the radio on? "

"No."

"But-"

"No music. We're almsot there. "

Almost there my ass.

It felt like forever, until he finally woke me up and I was finally home.

Home sweet home.

I lazily walked up to my doorstep, opening my door.

He waves goodbye to me.

I opened the door to nothing.

My house was an empty neatness.

All I wanted to do was lay down in bed and go to sleep.

'But you stink Koleen. Get your ass in the shower'

I groaned.

So I took my ass to the shower. Cleansing my body for about an hour, then putting on my sexy red silky pajamas that I sometimes wore to boost my self esteem.

"Sleep, here I come." I murmured sleepily.

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