Coached ➳ l.p [au]

chapter 12: part two

IM SORRY OK HERES AN UPDATE

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"Are you seriously reciting every word to the movie?" Liam raises his eyebrows and he holds back a laugh as he crosses his muscular arms in front of him.

Only god knows how many times I have actually seen this movie. Its not my fault I have no life. Okay maybe it is.

"Yes, now shutup. Will Smith is about to kick some butt," I concentrate on the movie while I lean futher from Liam who doesnt mind wrapping his sneaky arm around one of my shoulders. He said it was because there was nowhere else to put his arm.

Nice try, stalker Payne.

All he does is laugh while I watch my favorite scene and I cant help but feel warmth in my body from the adorable sounds coming from his mouth.

I hate this feeling.

Okay not really but I would much rather like the feeling of the warm covers over one of my feet while the other feels the cold air of the night. Yes thats right, I sleep like a crazy hooligan.

"You definitely have too much time alone," he laughs.

"Shutup,"

"You don't ever get lonely since your parents are never home?" He asks, "I mean, if you want, I could keep you plenty of company." He wriggles his thick eyebrows.

I gag, "No thank you. And for your information, no. I very much like to be alone."

"You said, like?" Liam asks.

"Yep."

"Well you know what?"

"What?"

"I bet you love being with me."

I almost choke on my popcorn which causes him to slap my back as he laughs at the same time.

"If that was a real bet, you'd lose." I say once I spit out my chewed up popcorn in a napkin.

"Nope. I'd win, and you know it. It's easy to tell that you don't hate me nearly as much as you claim to,"

"Really? How?" I cross my arms.

I feel bad for the movie which now has been completely ignored.

"Well first off, doesn't every girl like to play hard to get? I mean, you definitely aren't one of those girls who throw themselves at a guy,"

"Duh," I chuckle, "I haven't even had a boyfriend before so how the heck would I even know how to throw myself at someone. Do I look like a football to you?" I roll my eyes, adding to my sarcastic state.

I'm pretty sure I get this side of me from my grandma. Shes the one who hits people in the head with her cane.

Oh how I wish to be like her one day when i'm old and people have to push me around in a wheelchair.

"A football?" Liam laughs, holding his stomach and I watch his broad shoulders shake for a while.

Darn his contagious laugh.

"Wait, wait wait," he stops laughing for a minute.

"For what?"

"You said you never had a boyfriend?" He furrows his eyebrows at me.

"Is that supposed to be a bad thing because at least you can't call me Taylor Swift,"

He chuckles and shakes his head, "I definitely have to win this damn bet."