I want a bad boy, how much? SEQUEL

(Next Day: Simon POV)

I'm kind of scared...

Palmer has been giving Cain the stink eye during the whole breakfast. It was so quiet that you could here a pin drop. I was getting scared that he would pounce over the goddamn table and beat the crap out of him. Cain know's that I told him, and I probably should have given him a warning but it completely slipped my mind. I was to preoccupied being eaten alive by the guilt that festered in my internal organs.

I stare at them... starring at each other. Annabelle's noticed also, and the lady who shall not be named has felt the tension too. I slip a spoon full of honey-nut cheerio's in my mouth and immediately regret it, the slurping sound reverberates through-out the whole room and everyone turns to stare at me. I've had enough.

I slip my hands under the table and pull out my phone.

Simon's Text:

This is ridiculous! The silence is worse than when I lived with my father. At least then I could hear the constant chatter of the maids... :/

-SimonLuvsPalmer

I hit send and not even a minute later the sound of Annabelle's phone goes off, luckily it's on vibrate so it doesn't draw that much attention. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I shrug, Yes, I text people regardless if they're in the same room as me. That's how I roll. :P

Annabelle's Text:

I know. The awkwardness is rating a 10 on the scale. I can practically hear the mice fucking in the walls. -_-" Fix this! I can't stand it!

-xX<BelleDancer>Xx

Simon's Text:

Why me?! >:O

-SimonLuvsPalmer

Annabelle's Text:

'Cause you're special! Every1 luv's u~ :D I'll get rid of the Bitch and you can fix them! :)

-xX<BelleDancer>Xx

They're not object's that I can just fix, I internally scold, giving her a stern look. In the mean time Cain stands up and walks out of the room without so much as a word. I watch as he goes, I see him shaking his head ever so slightly. I think he's mad at me...

A blond mop of hair is caught in my peripheral vision and I turn to see Annabelle whispering something in Braisley's ear. It's obvious she has rejected whatever proposition Annabelle had suggested. There's a ruffling noise from under the table, Braisley's face contorts into one of horror and- " Ow! Ow! Okay, fine! Sheesh!" She then pops up out of her seat and makes a bee line toward the front door.

Annabelle has a sly smirk, she turns to us with fake innocence plastered all over her face, and begins speaking, but slowly inching away at the same time. " We're just... um... going for a... drive... Yeah." She turns around running for the door, her voice carries, " We'll be back soon!"

...She has major mood swings, no doubt about it...

I see Palmer looking after them with a worried expression, " Shouldn't I um..." He points to the place where the girls had just disappeared from.

" No. It's okay." I say grasping his hand. The girls should have an eye kept on them when they're alone together, but now I know it's only Annabelle trying to buy me some time. " Ughhh..." I have no idea how I'm suppose to make everything better again...

So, when in doubt... kiss Palmer. I lean in gently placing my lips over his, and I can tell I took him by surprise, but not even five seconds in, he kisses with much more vigour than me. His hand grasps my face, pulling me as close as humanly possible. A tongue infiltrates the warm cavern of my mouth, and fights with my own establishing dominance. He pulls me down and onto his lap, my legs are spread so that he can slip through them. I haven't realized how much I've missed kissing and hugging him, or just touching him in general. I feel his warm hand leave my cheek and travel down to the dip in my back, then farther, to my butt, where he gives a small squeeze, and back up again. " I... love... you... so... much..." Palmer mumbles in between each kiss. I give a low moan of appreciation, barely audible, but enough so that he'll keep going.

BAM

I jump from my place on Palmer's lap, effectively falling to the kitchen floor onto my butt. I groan, rub my lower back and turn around to find the source of our interference, but nothing's there, acknowledgment finally dawns on me... I look up...

Palmer hovers over me with tight lips. I know he's going to confront Cain now.

" Pa-"

" What an asshole! It pisses me off to no end, he was the one in the wrong this time, not me... I thought he was suppose to be my best friend, Y'know?.... I knew you've wanted me to talk to him about it since you told me, but I don't even want to be in the cabin with him, let alone the same room."