Dangerous Love

Chapter 5

Bella's POV

I don't even know why I accepted his hand. In fact, I don't even know why I trusted Nicole. She was supposed to give me the address to her UNCLE'S house so I could get my phone fixed. But of course she had to give me Ryan's address. UGH!!

But somehow, I ended up sitting on his sofa talking to him, with an ice cream cone in my right hand. Its weird though, because for some reason I kind of enjoyed chatting with Ryan. It wasn't too bad for the most part.

"So, as a kid, what did you enjoy doing?" he asked me. He sipped his beer, looking directly at me as he did so. God, why did he have to be so hot.

"I played soccer," I giggled, thinking of the funny times I attempted playing soccer. I seriously sucked. I was so bad at soccer - in fact, I was bad at sports in general. I still am.

"Soccer? I don't see you as the soccer type," he chuckled.

"You're definitely right."

Ryan took one more big chug of his beer before he said, "How about a game?"

"What game?" I asked, curious about his idea. Hopefully not 7 minutes in heaven or some shit like that. This is NOT a hook-up date.

"Hmm. I'm going to ask 8 questions. You will answer my question, and if you get it right then you're safe. But if you get it wrong, you get a strike. If you have more than 4 strikes, you have to kiss me right here on the lips. But, if you manage to get less than 4 strikes, I will never bother you again. If you get 4 strikes exactly, then we both have to drink shots," he said, smirking.

"Interesting," I said, "Deal." I shook his hand, and began preparing myself for the game. If anything, I was excited. I knew I was going to win. Easy.

"Alright, question one: What sport did I play as I child?"

I was shocked at the use of his word sport. I figured he would have played more than one sport, like basketball baseball and football.

But I went with my gut and said football, because I figured if he was incredibly strong at the moment, that might have been because he played football in his childhood.

Oh please be right.

"Football."

Ryan sighed, saying, "Damn. You're right."

EEEEEEE!! I did my happy dance inside. I got an answer right! That makes me so happy!

"Okay, now your turn," he said.

I thought of the question I was going to ask, and I wanted it to be good, so after lots of thinking, I finally came to the perfect question.

"What instrument did I play in band in middle school?" I grinned, watching Ryan struggle to find an answer.

"Flute?"

"Clarinet. HAHA!" I laughed, grabbing his drink and taking a huge chug from it.

"Whoa, chill down with my beer there. You're underage," Ryan said, chuckling.

"Oh please, since when would you ever care about what age girls are when they drink," I said, raising an eyebrow. I was sure that he had been to plenty of parties and seen the underage drinking, but not bother to put a stop to it.

"How many siblings do I have?" he questioned, looking me deeply in the eyes. He gave me an evil grin, as he had the feeling that deep down he knew he would win the question.

"3?" I blurted out.

"FÜCK!!" he cursed, throwing a pillow across the room.

"Wait, I got it right?" I asked, dancing like a woman at a club.

"Yeah, I don't know how the hell you managed to get that one right," he said angrily, "I have one brother and two sisters."

"Nice. I don't have any siblings, although my parents wanted lots of kids, they couldn't because she commit suicide. And she killed herself because my dad is a dumbass cheater," I spoke softly, a tear rolling down my cheek.

Ryan sat next to me, wiping my tear away as he said, "Yeah, life will do that shit to us. I lost my - " he cut himself off, unable to continue.

But I wanted to hear more.

"No, it's okay, you can tell me," I said, grabbing his arm.

"Not yet," he gave me a sincere smile, before looking at my lips. I knew exactly what he wanted, but I didn't plan on giving it to him so easy.

"How did I break my arm when I was eight years old?" I asked.

"Hmm," he debated, "by getting into a bike wreck."

"Nope! Nicole pushed me into a pool that was 12 feet that didn't have water in it. At the time she didn't know it wasn't filled with water," I said, noticing Ryan who was laughing hysterically.

"She really did that??"

"Yes!! You can even ask her!"

We played the game for about fifteen more minutes before finding a winner. I only had 3 strikes (I only asked him questions just because I wanted to, but his questions were the ones that were worth the strikes) so that meant that, and I quote, "He will never have to bother me again."

But the thing is. . .I don't want him to stop bothering me. I enjoy his company.

"Damn, and I thought for sure I was going to win," he said.

I laughed, but at the moment, I was kind of drunk. And his lips looked so nice and plump.

"Ryan. . ." I whispered, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Yes?" he smirked.

"I'm pretty sure I got five strikes..." I said, licking my lips.

"Careful, Bella, keep licking your lips like that and I'll have to take you right here right now."

A smirk was playing on his lips as I inhaled shakily, careful not to let out a moan. I definitely wasn't going to let him win this one.

"You. Wouldn't. Dare," I spoke, my words like daggers.

"Oh, but I most certainly would."

Ryan leaned down and kissed me right on the lips.

And to think, just about an hour and a half ago, I hated Ryan's guts.

He bit my lip, asking for entrance. When I didn't let him in, he growled lowly and I let out a playful giggle. But eventually, I let him have a taste of my mouth.
We made out for 10 minutes, until Nicole ran through the door, shouting, "Hey guys guess wha- OH MY GOD!!"

Honestly, I love Nicole right now. Had she not came in, who knows where Ryan and I would have gone. . .

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