My Best Friend and I. (Best Friends series). Book 1

CHAPTER THREE

"Yeah?" I face her.

"Isn't that Brandon's hoodie?"
At that, everybody turns to look at me. She's actually the first person to call me out on it. Queen bee noticed but didn't say anything. She just gave me the stink eye.

"Uhh- yeah."

"Why are you wearing it?"
Chase asks this time.

"Because it looks better on her than on me."
I turn to see Brandon behind me. He kisses my forehead as usual and gives me my food while sitting down.

"Yeah, because it looks better on me." I echo while sticking out my tongue out at Chase. I know, real mature.

"Sure" Chase says mockingly.
I look to my side to see Lizzy looking at me suspiciously.

"Okay. Girl time. Guys, we'll be back shortly." Lizzy says standing up and dragging me and Jo to the girl's restroom.
She makes sure the place is empty then locks the door.

"Why are we here?" I asked feigning innocence but Jo gave me that look that said, "you do not want to mess with me right now."

"Are you and Brandon finally dating?" Lizzy asked.

"No. Why would you think that?"

"Why the hell are you wearing his hoodie then?" She asks exasperated.

"Coz I liked it" I reply avoiding her eyes. Jo who knows me well looked suspicious.

"Something happened, didn't it? Something good. Spill."

"I'm not really sure if it's good or bad but it sure is confusing."

"Well, tell us already!" Lizzy whines impatiently. I chuckled and told them what happened this morning in Brandon's car. When I'm done, I look at their faces which was now frozen in shock. For only a few seconds though because they suddenly shrieked to which I covered my ears.

"He is so into you!" Lizzy says. I shake my head.

"No. I doubt that. He did that because I was putting myself down."
Jo looked at me like I had two heads.

"Whatever floats your boat, honey. The guys are waiting for us. Let's go."
We return to the cafeteria and eat hurriedly because time was almost up then we all went to class.

After school,

Brandon was already outside my class when I walked out.

"Hey, Brandon"

"Hey, baby. We're going to my place. That cool with you?"

"Sure" I reply as we walk to his car.

"Everyone?"

"No, just the two of us."

"Okay."
We got into his car and very soon, we arrived at his place. When we got inside, Brandon went to drop his things in his room while I poured myself some juice. I was sipping it when he came in.

"Want some?" He shakes his head.

"Come on. I sense that something's bothering you. We'll talk in the living room."
He took my hand and led me there and I didn't even comment on his statement because I'm used to him being in tune with my feelings.
Once we were seated, he spoke.

"So, what's up?" I turned to face him.

"Brandon, what the hell happened in to your car this morning?"

He shrugged, "I dunno?" He replied while smiling innocently. I roll my eyes.

" Bullshit. Tell me". I say frustratingly. He just snickers.

"First of all, do not roll your eyes at me, Leah. Second, you were sprouting rubbish so I had to correct you. You were putting yourself down. Again. You tend to do that a lot".

I huff. "yeah whatever, I'm not going to think about it anymore. It will just give me a headache".

He smiles, "sleepover?"

"Hell yeah!" I yell.
We look at each other for a few seconds and yell, "MOVIE NIGHT!!".

I get to choose the movies while Brandon brings the snacks and that is how we spend the night.

I wake up the next morning feeling warm. When did my pillow become so warm and comfortable? I cuddle into it more and open my eyes only to stop short when I see a hard chest. This is NOT my pillow. I turn very carefully so my back is now to Brandon's front. I look at the time. 6am. Hmm. Unusual. Brandon is always up before me. Whatever. The main issue is getting out of his arms without waking him up. I can see we fell asleep on the couch and the TV's gone blank. I raise his arm up only for him to grab me closer to him. Ugh. This is embarrassing. I wiggle a little, no luck. I take a breath and wiggle harder but immediately still when I hear a groan. That's when I felt it. Something hard. On -my -butt. I panic internally. Brandon was asleep. He is hard. I can feel it and dear God, it feels huge. His arms loosen up and I jump up and dash to his bedroom, go to his closet, take his hoodie, I think I'm getting addicted, and make my way to the bathroom where I force myself not to think of anything that just happened. I shower using his products since I'm obviously in his bathroom. When I step out, I see Brandon already dressed and tying his shoelace. Once he notices me, he walks to me and hugs me.

"Good morning, baby".

"Morning". I reply breathlessly.

I stay still once I feel him take a deep breath of me (which is unusual for him) and then he releases a weird sound. A growl maybe?

"I love that you smell of me". And he kisses my neck. Fuck me. I almost melt against him and my breath hitches. He finally takes a step back and checks me out then he chuckles and shakes his head.

"You're wearing my hoodie, again. Let's go. I made you a breakfast pack. You can eat in the car". I just nod and follow because I can't find my voice yet.
Brandon is getting weirder each day and I haven't decided whether it's good or bad yet.

Brandon's pov,

I was awake throughout her whole fiasco and it took a whole lot not to turn her over and kiss her breathless but damn, I can't stop my body's reaction to her.

She wearing my hoodie and smelling like me got me so hard in seconds, I had to step back and make sure she didn't feel it for the second time this morning.

Patience, Brandon, patience.