;the best dreams happen when you're awake

"I don't take orders very well, Bella."

And it's true, I don't.

I won't take no for an answer and I sure as fuck in hell won't take a stupid order from my dad.

The way he ambushed me in the locker room - taking me away from my Coach's half time chat, from my teammates, my family - it's needless to say, I certainly didn't fucking appreciate it.

"She's going to cause you issues, son. Issues you don't need this close to the finish line. Stay the fuck away from her. I'm warning you."

Yeah, how the fuck would he know.

He doesn't know Tori.

He doesn't know she's not a baller bunny.

He knows jack shit - nothing except me and the boys are her biggest fans.

So naturally, I shut him out.

I wasn't about to listen to his bullshit when I have to go back on to the court and win this fucking game.

The one time he actually bothers to come back and show his support, he's trying to lay into me about Bella - knowing it's going to kill my mood, fuck with my head and distract me from reacting to plays - all while the scout he placed here, is watching.

Ironic, coincidence, or just a straight up dick move?

You decide, but I know which one I'm going with.

Luckily for me, I can be as stubborn as he is.

Ordering me to stay away from Tori was a stupid move on his behalf - but now it's clear he doesn't know me like a father should know their son, otherwise he'd of kept his mouth shut knowing that forbidding me to see her would only make me want her more.. And that's exactly what happened.

"You don't take the answer no very well either, Baller." She shoots back, almost flirty.

I can't help but snigger. "That much is true, yes. The word no never did sit well with me." I muse.

Her perfectly full and plump lips tug at the corners. "Even when it's orders to stay away from a friend?"

Ouch.

"I think we're more than friends.." Her brow arches. "More like best friends?" I finished, giving her a self satisfied smirk.

"Hold up." She stammers, holding her palm out against me. "Maddox Hunter, wants to be my best friend? What has the world come too?" she fake gasps.

I bump her shoulder with mine. "Don't be fucking stupid, Bella." She giggles and damn if my dick doesn't twitch. "I'd rather have you as my friend than nothing at all."

"Damn, Hunter. You got a girl blushing up in your little fuck club." She teases, booping my nose.

I roll my eyes. "No one knows about this place, Bella." I admit. "I thought since you wanna be an author, you must write? So maybe you could use this as your domain."

Well if I don't damn near melt into a pile of cum and organs from the way she looks at me. Wide, doe like eyes, the green and brown fighting to come out to play under the soft golden lights, a small, but very fucking cute smile on those supple rosy lips.

"You know, I didn't want to be a cheerleader?" she says, tuning on her side and leaning into my chest.

Taken back, sure. Intrigued? Bet.

"You didn't?" I prompt. Her head shakes against my ribs.

"No, my mom's English, so she was brought up on American romcoms and shit, she always dreamt of being a cheerleader.." her head tilting, looking up at me through those thick, long lashes. "I became one for her."

"I like that." I admitted, combing her soft dark locks through with my fingers. "Do you like being a cheerleader?"

A light sigh escapes, her chest pushes against mine before quickly dropping. "I mean, not really -- aghh - I don't know. I've done it for so long it's like apart of me now, and it's a good way to stay in shape, but-"

I'm searching her face for anything, something. "But?"

"But it's not really me, y'know? The hair, the make up, the glitter. I can be as girlie as they come, but I don't see what's wrong in staying at home on a Saturday night, curled up with a good book, snacks and a hot drink. I think sometimes, I'm just not-" another light sigh. "-I'm just not cheerleader material."

"You're every bit of cheer material but there's nothing wrong with wanting something else, Bella. And if someone tries to tell you differently, punch them in the throat."

We both share a little laugh, and for a moment it's sweet, innocent, until it's not.

"Maddox?"

"Mhm?" I look down to see her already staring at me.

"Are you going to kiss me now?" her voice raspy and hot.

I raise a brow at her sudden brazenness. "You want me to kiss you, Bella?"

She nods slowly. "I would. I'm cooking for your team tonight and garlic is on the menu."

I don't need to ask twice, my hand already reaching up and cupping her jaw, thumb mindlessly caressing her cheekbone.

She's looking up at me like the most angelic fucking dream I've ever seen.

Pushing up she presses her lips on mine, at first it's feather soft, gentle and careful. I groan at the taste of her, a unique flavour I've craved since the night of our date.

A Bella pallet of sweet, spicy and sass - all that is Tori Quinn.

I'm surprised when her tongue delicately laces across my bottom lip, a silent plea for access. I'd be one stupid motherfucker to deny her, so I open up and allow her in. She plays, sucks and deepens the kiss.. Annnnd got me hard. So hard it goddamn aches.

Without breaking the kiss, I grip onto her hips and shuffle, moving along with me, she hooks a leg over my torso, now straddling me, her hands are roaming up my chest, around my neck and into the back of my hair.

Removing my lips from hers takes some strength, as they make their way along her sharp jaw line, her head tilting back so slowly it's agonising. With unlimited access to her neck I leave little pecks and playful bites along the soft skin, reaching the hollow of her throat I dart my tongue out, licking the gap to which she swallows a small gasp, I can't help but smirk against the skin, she's enjoying my touch, and I'm fucking loving hers.

As I suck the sweet tasting skin of Tori's neck between my teeth, sucking with little care, her hips do an involuntary dip forward, sliding against my terribly hard dick, she moans, I groan. It's like physical torture not to rip her sports leggings off and bury between those toned thighs she's working with.

Annnnnd as things were getting better, my phone fucking rings that damn default iPhone ringtone.

"Your phone." Bella mumbles.

"Ignore it." I grunt.

"It might be important."

With an annoyed and highly frustrated groan, cursing under my breath - Tori giggles.

I snatch my phone from under her thigh and out the pocket of my sweats.

Answering the call with a gruff. "What?"

Tori stretches over and flops beside me on the hammock, smiling proudly at the bulge she's created in my pants - that's on full display in these fucking sweats.

A deep chuckle and the faint sound of rap music in the background, Cammy responds. "Yo, where the fuck are ya?"

"Busy. What's up?" I snap. Damn right I snapped.

"You with Tee? She promised me food and I'm looking to cash in." he snorts, the guys laughing in the background, I reach into my waistband and adjust my embarrassment.

"Yeah I'm with her, we'll be back soon."

Cammy's tone is light and airy, obvious he's started on pre drinks. "Make sure you are. I'm starving and this bear needs feeding."

I grunt and hang up - pissed off he interrupted the one thing I haven't been able to stop fucking thinking about.

I drop my phone beside me and run my hands over my face letting out another groan in disapproval.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Baller. There's always next time." I look up and she's smirking. The girl is actually finding this shit funny.

I leap up from the swinging bed, reaching out and wrapping my arms around her slim waist, a loud shriek of laughed erupts from her mouth.

Pulling her ass against me, her back plush against my chest, I bend down, bringing my mouth to the back of her overly pieced ear, I whisper, "Don't make promises you can't keep, Bella."

Her chest sucks in as she breathes inhales a gulp of air, letting it out as she whispers back. "I'd never, Baller."

Well shit.

Maybe daddy dearest did me a favour.

Girls suck up that forbidden love shit like it was a new season juice fast.

As we walked hand in hand down the stairs from the roof top, Tori was eerily silent, had me wondering what's going on in that pretty little head of hers.

"What's up?"

Her eyes darted up finding my gaze already resting on that beautiful face. "Nothing, why'd you ask?"

My eyes bouncing between hers, a hint for a lie. "You seem quiet. You regret what just happened?"

A deep crease formed on her forehead, eyes slightly narrowing. "No. And don't ask me that again."

I couldn't help it, I had to fucking smile.

Even though she was telling me off, those words were cute as fuck and I loved them.

That damn sexy accent making everything she says ten times hotter than it should.

"And quit smiling at me like I'm Harley and you're the freaking Joker, shits creepy to high hell."

With that she pushed open the building door with her hip and released my hand, a cool breeze setting over the loss of contact and I didn't fucking like it - so I reached out, lunging forward slighting and latching back on, pulling her back to my side - she seemed to think she was clever as she sent me a small, self assured smirk.

"You'd love to be the Harley to my Joker, Bella. It's in the Quinn blood line." I winked, bumping my shoulder into hers.

A brow raises with a snort while shaking her head, long brown locks fall over her shoulder. "Didn't even think about that, Hunter."

"Y'know what else you didn't think about?"

Those beautiful brown eyes looked up at me, her other hand wrapping around the one holding onto her hand, "what's that then, Baller?"

"The fact the boys have nothing in for you to cook." I cocked a brow. "Shopping?"

She grinned ear to ear, jumping up and down beside me in utter child like excitement. "Shopping." She echoed with an impish twang in her thick accent.

This girl.

This fucking girl.