Part 2

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I I walk towards the girl and get in her face.
"Back. Away." She stood frozen. I walked back to the guys and stood in front of Jake , attempting to get him to stop.
"Good, get your little bitch and stay away. " Drake spat at Jake.
"Come on let's get out of here" Jake wraps his hand around my waist and leads me towards the door.
As we walked away from the house I noticed his lip was bleeding and a circular bruise around his eye had started to form. His breath was unsteady and heavy. He walked slowly making sure I wasn't falling behind.
"You ok?" I grab his arm and he stops
"Yea I'm fine" he pauses "I'm sorry" he looks down not looking at me.
"For what? This night has been amazing"
My feet wouldn't start moving again. I almost lose my balance falling against jakes chest.
"Wow, you ok? He laughs pulling me to balance.
He wraps my arms around his neck and puts me on his back. His back muscles stretch as he put his arms around my legs to keep me from falling.
"Bad boys strong too? Gezz anything you can't do?"
"I can't dance...." His voice travels off.
"You most certainly can dance" i pause "your moves might be a little dated but alls good" i laugh

When we finally reach my house... His bruise is black and purple.
We reach the kitchen and he leans against the sink while I got ice for his eye.
"You know I forgot to tell you..." He looks into my eyes "you looked beautiful tonight" he smiles
"Umm... I did?" I laugh putting the towel on his lip.. Then his eye.
"You did" he pulls me closer into his embrace "you also deserve this" he pulls the crown he had won off his head and gently placed it on mine.
"You will always be my queen.. And you don't need to win one to tell me that" he bits his lip
My hands find there way around his neck and his on my hips. He pulls me closer and as our lips meet i feel excitement. He pushes me closer as there is already no room between us. His lips touch mine once again this time longer.
Just then he pulls away just enough to see my eyes. We both begin to laugh but instead of moving away and continue getting ice of his cut lip, we just stay there.

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