Ruin The Friendship [DonBelle]

FOUR

"Are you ready?" asked Donny, panting slightly and wiping his sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He watched as Belle lifted her head up from her cellphone in hand.

Amusement was painted all over her delicate features. Shoving the device into her butt pocket, the smaller one walked towards Donny, only for the me to take a step back.

"Too sweaty," she responded instantly after receiving a confused expression from the latter. But Belle only shook her head with a pretty grin before reaching into her bag and taking out a face towel, swinging it back and forth between her pinched fingers in front of Donny's flushed face.

"And, naturally, you forgot your towel again." Donny sent a lopsided grin with a shrug of the shoulders,

"Naturally."

It was an unspoken routine of theirs. More like a habit. After practice, Donny would "somehow" forget a towel and Belle would "somehow" have one ready for him.

Belle chuckled before taking another step forward. With one hand, she gently pushed Donny's hair to the side while the other began to dab the sweat off his skin. And, seeing the smaller one scrunch her nose cutely after accidentally touching the sweat, Donny giggled quietly.

"Told you I was sweaty." Belle rolled her eyes before dabbing the towel onto her cheeks,

"You keep pushing yourself too hard," she pointed out, letting go of the hair and placing a loose strand of hair behind Donny's ear. Donny laughed and nodded,

"Guilty." Responded Donny a little too overly confident. He felt rather smug having a beautiful girl close and taking care of him. What would be better was if he was able to call Belle his. Now that would be something, wouldn't it?

The feline eyes playfully narrowed before it drifted down, lower, towards Donny's prominent collar bone. And when she dragged the towel across the bone, Donny felt her fingertips dragging along with the towel, as if to trace his skin with her warm touches. Was it intentional? Donny had no clue. But seeing Belle's eyes hold a look that resembled wonder, the flicker of arousal in those focused eyes must've been in her head.

Right?

Time felt slow, or was Belle's movement slowing down as it reached the base of his neck. The fabric was gentle against his warm skin. Warm and pink. Just the mere sight of Belle parting her lips slightly as those intense eyes watched Donny's throat bob up and down anxiously had him furiously blushing. Donny could practically hear his heart pounding against his bones. It was loud, but not loud enough to distract him from Belle slowly meeting his own gaze. Belle visibly gulped,

"Done." She whispered. When was she so close? Donny could practically feel her warm, minty breath tickling his lips, as if it was trying to pull him closer.

"Wow, why is it so hot over here?"

"I don't know Patrick. I'm just as confused as you. It's steaming up in here."

Donny looked behind Belle's suddenly tensed shoulders and rolled his eyes at the sight of Robi and Patrick fanning themselves while feigning confusion. Patrick then touched his own forehead and acted fatigued,

"Maybe my allergies are kicking in." Robi then gasped dramatically and touched Patrick's forehead,

"What are you allergic to?" And right at the moment, Patrick sent a teasing smirk towards Donny's direction,

"Tension. But it only acts up when its a specific type of tension." Robi gasped even louder and covered his mouth,

"You mean-," he paused and mimicked Patrick's smirk, "-sexual tension?" And, that had Belle blushing in embarrassment and hiding her face in Donny's chest. Donny giggled and wrapped his arms around Belle's back. He sent his friends a playful glare,

"Are you two done?" he asked. The duo laughed before locking arms and walking away,

"See yah Dons!"

"I hate them," mumbled Belle, "and you reek of sweat." Belle pulled back while covering her nose with both of her hands. Donny rolled his eyes once more before taking a hold of Belle's wrist and dragging her out of the gym. He could hear Belle laughing from behind. And, feeling the smaller one suddenly holding his own hand, Donny couldn't stop his smile from growing.
 
 
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Donny sighed in content before jumping on his bed. "I love showers," he breathed out. Belle was seated on the computer desk. She swiveled her chair around and chuckled at the sight of Donny dressed in matching set of cat pajamas.

"Cute pj's" Mused Belle. Donny lifted his head up and sent a wink,

"Cute face."

Belle rolled her eyes before swiveling her chair back around. Her hair was in a high pony tail so, even with her back facing Donny, the older one could clearly see her blushing ears. Donny chuckled before laying his head back down and closing his eyes. He was ready to take a short nap till he heard Belle's text tone go off, followed with a groan of annoyance.

"I can't stand him." he could hear Belle typing her screen harshly for a few more seconds, "And blocked."

Donny opened his eyes and slowly sat up, "Miah bothering you? Need me to kick his ass?" Donny half teased. He wouldn't hesitate to get his crew to end his life. He watched Jennie nodding her head frantically, her face still facing away from Donny,

"Yeah, can't believe I ever dated that arrogant asshole." She angrily muttered out while scribbling furiously on her notebook. Donny feared that Belle would write so hard that she'd break his desk. But, he knew Belle. Silence for a few moments usually calms her down. So, wanting to avoid war, Donny shrugged and laid back down, covering his eyes with an arm.

"How come you've never dated anyone?"

Belle cautiously asked causing Donny to grit his teeth. He hated this topic. Why? Well, Belle was oblivious to his preferences. It wasn't that Donny was scared to bring it up (well, that would be a part of the factor) but Belle never asked. So, what was the point of ever bringing it up?

But, most importantly, how could Donny ever date anyone when he's head over heels for her?

"Because I haven't" Donny opted. Belle hummed before growing silent again. The taller one felt happy for the silence, till Belle spoke again,

"Why not though? There's plenty of cute girls at school."

Her tone sounded different. It was no longer casual, no, her tone sounded...challenging? It felt like she was leading Donny to a trap. But, for what reason? Donny's breathing must've stopped for a second because when he spoke, he sounded and felt breathless,

"Well, believe it or not, I'm not interested in them." he responded in an even tone but instantly bit his lip,

Fuck it.

"Or...date in general."

Belle stopped writing.

Donny stopped breathing again.

"Good to know."

Hold up now...

Donny slowly removed his arm from his eyes and lifted his head, only to automatically meet eyes that screamed intrigued and a smile that looked way too alluring. But, before Donny could read more into it, Belle turned back around, looking calmer as ever.

Oh dear....
 
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