Bad Little Girl. (Jacob/Princeton love story/Action.) (Completed.)

Deceased.

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India P O V:

I held him tight and listened to his heartbeat.

It was just me and Ronny in the living room. I'm still not fully into grips with him being here, alive.

"I thought you was gone, stupid."

"I'm sorry. I had to save you."

"Me?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah. They threatened to take you, Indy. If I didn't tell them a few things."

"Why me?"

"-because they knew we'd fight for you. They wanted me for questions. But I told them all bullshit and they took the bait." He said, cuddling me tightly.

"Ron..- I love you so much."

"..you too baby."

The next day.

I woke up to an empty bed.

I quickly tucked my loose hairs behind my ear and got up.

I could hear a beat drop and..

"Oh, all these rain drops falling down my window.."

Is that sex you?

I opened the door and made my way downstairs. The music became clearer as I walked towards the living room.

I stopped and backed out as I came across Jake dancing.

I mean I knew he could dance, but damn.

His body moved so swift and in rhythm.

The music had my hips moving too.

Don't start, India.

He done a spin and spotted me, "Hey!"

I jumped at his tone, "Morning.." I semi yelled over the music.

It was pretty loud, knowing Jerry, he had huge speakers.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, as he cockily popped, locked, grinded, whined in front of me.

"Out. They went shopping.. for something." He said, still dancing.

"Oh.. -"

August Alsina - Ghetto.

My ears pinged.

I couldn't help but move myself.

"Are you challenging me?" He laughed, spotting me.

"What?" I chuckled, showing off cockily.

"You haven't danced like this in ages."

"I know." I said, moving my hips to the beat.

"You can't grind like me." He said, starting to mimic me. "Oh, shut up." I laughed, pushing him away.

He grabbed me and put my back against his chest, our hips swaying at the same time, side to side.

Whoa.

For some reason I was absent from caring. Music just changes me.

At first his hands were holding mine as we swayed, but they soon changed to my waist, from where my hips moved on their own sync and his slowly grinded behind.

He was kind of grinding them onto me.

"Can you still move them hips like you did on Chres that night?"