Breaking His Rules

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Aaron's POV:

After our outing two weeks ago, I half expected Kayla to take me to the arcade again, or maybe to get a tattoo. She's a total wild girl, and it wouldn't have shocked me if she did any of those things.

So it comes as a total shock to me when, instead of going to any of those places, we end up at the Arts and Science museum.

"Mind explaining to me why we're at a museum?", I ask as she drags me inside. I relish the feeling of her warm skin coming in contact with mine, as we enter the huge building where we are greeted with a few statues, a dinosaur skeleton, and a model airplane.

"Because", she says, "a new painting is going to be here, and I do not want to miss it."

She rushes on again, and I have no choice but to be dragged along. She is surprisingly strong and she manages to drag my weight while rushing around the building. Heck, if I had known she was so strong, I probably would have let her handle Jason by herself.

Jason

The slimy douchebag had actually twisted her arm. I had been breaking up an argument between Keon and Steph when I saw him drag her and bend her arm, and I simply lost control of myself. All I saw was red, and the next second, he was on the ground, and Kayla was safely by my side. And as I stared at her and I watched her look at me, I couldn't help the feelings I longed to have.

The feeling to have her lips on mine.

The feeling to be enveloped in her warm feminine scent.

The feeling of being the one to protect her always.

I kicked myself. Kayla is your fake girlfriend, the voice in my head screams at me.

And yet, I can't deny that I want something more.

She drags me past a statue, and I pause to lean against it. The speed that she has used to drag me, as well as my thoughts have left me red, flushed, and panting. Yes, I play football all the time, but that doesn't mean I have endless stamina. Meanwhile the little serpent seems ready to go on forever.

"Take a break", I huff out.

She turns to look at me in shock. "Is little rulebook tired?", she grins as she cocks her eyebrows.

"Seriously, why do you call me that anyway?", I ask, trying to distract her as I get my breath back.

"Why do I call you what?"

"Rulebook. You've called me that ever since we met."

Kayla laughs. "You seriously don't remember?", she asks, and I shake my head. "On the first day of grade school, I was running down the hallway. Everyone else just got out of my way, but you didn't see me. You were reading a book while walking – the book of school rules. And I was in a hurry, so I bumped into you and we both got knocked down on the ground."

I nod. I remember this now.

"And then, after we both got up you said..."

"Don't run in the hallway, it's against the rules", I interrupt her, and she laughs.

"See, you do remember."

"Of course I remember. And every day after that, you made it your life's mission to torment me", I try to keep my voice light, but I must have failed because she instantly turns to me, her big green eyes widening in shock? Surprise?

"I didn't torture you she says, twisting the skull shaped ring round her finger"

"You put earthworms in my pencil case, told everyone that I was a goody two shoes who was older than the class, never respected my authority as class captain, always played pranks on me..."