Psych Me Out
Dreamy627
romance
romance
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Stella Lockhart is a beautiful girl who often got made fun of through her childhood for her darker tastes in things. Her parents were addicts of sorts and people picked at her forc...16. Lack Of
Stella Lockhart
I was unable to finish my food and he frowned.
"What? I'm not that hungry I'm sorry! I'll take it home." I felt bad.
"No. You're fine. But before we go out can you drink the full glass of water?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. Thank you."
"You all and the praising." I shook my head.
"What?" He smiled.
"You're a psychologist! You know exactly what."
"I know. But still."
"It makes me feral! Damn." I crossed my legs.
He chuckled.
"I know." He shrugged.
I mocked him.
He raised his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry! It just came out!" I put my hands up in surrender.
He shook his head.
I finished the glass of water.
He got me the card with the max playing points and I did not like that.
"It's expensive as shit!"
"Watch your mouth, Stella. Not everything is about money. It's fun." He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to those racing games.
"I bet you a kiss I'll beat you." He said.
"Deal." We used the card for both of ours.
"You're too big!" I laughed since his knees couldn't fit within the little seat.
His legs were wide, knees outward so he could hit the pedals.
"This isn't funny."
"Your bet, not mine." I smiled, kissing his cheek before I picked a bright pink car.
His was purple and we raced, I used the boost button but he didn't seem to know there was boost so I said nothing as I shot past the finish line.
"Shit! How the fuck did you do that!" He pointed to my screen.
"Oopsies." I shrugged.
He sighed.
I pecked his lips when he was out.
"That's not a kiss."
"It's my kind of kiss." I winked.
"I've seen the aftermath of Micah and Lux, I know you're better than that." He whispered.
I shrugged.
"I guess you'll just have to see."
He grinned at me.
I pointed to the motorcycle game.
"I beat you, I give you a hickey to match his, you beat me, you give me one but preferably not on my throat since I work tomorrow." I tried.
"Deal."
We got on and I chose a black motorcycle with a pink styled girl to drive it.
It was cute.
I was feeling pinky today.
"What color?"
"Blue."
He picked the blue bike.
"This is your thing so if you don't win that'll be sad." I smiled.
"To be fair this isn't the size of an actual bike."