Outlaw

Chapter 7

His P.O.V.

I almost felt bad, I had befriended Kennedy just so that I could put my plan into action. Just as I started to feel bad for the fact I would be using her I remembered what I told her. That I didn't care about anyone because there was no one to care about.

It had been a few hours since our interaction in her dance room. And I had to give it to her once she stopped the bitch attitude she was actually really nice.

So she was nice, hot and naive just a bad combination because she would end up getting used. And sadly I had to be the first one to do that.

I knocked on her door pushing it open to see her laid up in her bed with a book. She looked cute with glasses and her hair just messily on her head.

"What's up?" She called waiting a few seconds before looking up at me.

"Your mom just called and said that both her and your dad have to work late" I said

She nodded and clasped her book shut before hoping off of her bed. Fixing her shorts and walking over to me.

"We could make food and watch movies?" She suggested as she looked up at me.

I nodded and turned around heading down the steps to the kitchen. Only to watch her slid down the banister and hop off the end. I heard the rustling around as I entered the kitchen.

I saw her pulling out various ingredients such a flour some leafy vegetables and sauce.

"Uhm" I uttered as I looked around at the strange combination of objects.

"Pizza" she smiled as she grabbed a few mixing bowls and other ingredients.

I smiled and walked over and leaned against the counter watching as she mixed the ingredients to make the dough.

"Can you chop up the basil and other veggies?" She asked me as she carefully worked on the dough sticking her tongue out in concentration.

Nodding I grabbed the cutting board and knife. Chopping the basil, tomatoes, and olives.

I was in the middle of placing them into a bowl and felt something being flicked on me. Looking on my shoulder and the majority to see I was covered in flour.

Looking over I saw her hand covering her mouth. "I'm sorry I dropped the bag" she apologized. Looking at the flour it was clear she wasn't lying as flour was everywhere.

"It's okay" I assured as I reached down and acted as if I was picking up the bag. Instead I grabbed a handful of flour into my hand.

Tossing it on her my eardrums was greeted with the sound of a high pitched squeak. A chuckled escaped my lips stopping as I tasted a chalky substance.

"Oh your dead " I called as I picked up more and chased her around the kitchen. Both of us continuing to throw flour at one another.

Everything stopped when she slipped sand fell straight on her face. I couldn't help but laugh as she was too. I reached my hand out and pulled her up with ease. Her small Fran being pulled into my chest, forgetting how big I was compared to her. Her hands grasped for my shirt to steady herself as she almost lost her balance again.

I grabbed her waist to help in steadying her, chuckling and looking down at her. Somehow I found myself leaning in and she wasn't stopping me so why not.

I mean I didn't have any feelings for the girl so a little kissing wasn't a big deal. And let me tell you she was a damn good kisser. I was pleasantly shocked at how good she was. Her hands tangling in my hair pulling me down to her level.

My hands grabbed her thighs and lifted her up placing her on the counter as I slid my tongue across her bottom lip. God this girl has a side that was bad. Her hands tracing my abdomen do to my lack of a shirt. My sliding under her shirt against her smooth skin gripping her hips and pulling her closer.

She pulled away after a few minutes and our breathing was a little ragged. "So pizza" she spoke up hoping off the counter as if nothing had just happened.

The rest of our night being just as enjoyable as those few moments in the kitchen. The pizza turning out surprisingly good and her movie choices pleasantly enjoyable.

However now she was asleep in a ball leaning against my chest. I slipped my arm from around her shoulders and was carful not to wake her up. Heading up the stairs and grabbing my stuff, tip toeing down the stairs.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed the notepad that was labeled groceries and shrugged as it was good enough. I left her a note and posted it on the fridge with a magnet.

I grabbed the keys off the hook and opened the door enough slipping my things out and then allowing myself to slip out. Shutting the door behind me and unlocking the car. Slipping inside and starting it driving off in an attempt to get out of this hello hole.

I know that I should feel bad, but then again I don't care about anyone.