Chapter 6
Paul's POV
I sat by her door for about 10 minutes until she slammed it open and came running out. She rushed down the stairs and I ran after her. When she was half way down I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder. She started cussing me out and I slapped her butt. She gasped.
"Did you just slap my butt?" She asked.
I shrugged. "Why are you running with a injured leg?"
"Kim and I hanging out today and have only 2 hours to get ready! And I still need to go for a run!"
"With an injured leg?"
"Um…..Yea I guess. But it doesn't really hurt."
I shook my head. "You're not going anywhere. Bed rest is what you need."
She rolled her eyes and then she punched me in the back. I growled and dropped her. She got up and ran as I chased after her. Right before she reached the door I tackled her then turned us around so I would feel the impact from the fall. Then /i turned us around again and pinned her down. She squirmed but I kept a tight grip.
"You're mine and you're not going anywhere." I said.
I could hear her heart-beat pick up as I said these words. I smirked and she frowned.
"I'm going to Kim's." She said.
"No your not."
"Yes"
"No. You're mine for the day and I say you are not allowed anywhere till your leg is completely healed up."
"Am not. No one owns me. And Kim will be expecting me."
I shook my head and moved her arm so my one hand pinned down both of her arms. Then I picked up my phone and called Kim.
"Hello?"
"Hey Kim! It's Paul. Rachel won't be able to make it today. She's with me."
"Oh, ok! We'll hang out tomorrow! Have fun! Be safe Paul!"
I hung up and smirked at Rachel. She frowned.
"You little…"
I poked her side. She squealed. I smirked down at her.
"Are you ticklish?" I asked with a smile.
Her eyes widened. "N-no." She answered.
"Are you sure?" I asked as I poked her side again.
She squealed again and looked up. I held my hand right by her side. She shook her head.
"Don't you dare." She said.
I smiled. "This if for running from me." I squeezed her side. Her eyes widened as she held her laugh in. I started tickling her until tears streamed from her face.
"Stop," She said breathlessly. I smirked down at her and she pouted. I stared at her lips and crashed my mouth to hers. She gasped and kissed back. I tighten my grip around her waist and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I bit her lip and she moaned.
"Ewwww! Get a room and get away from the front door!" Brady yelled.
I growled and Rachel glared. "Then don't watch." She said.
"Then don't make-out right by the front door. You're lucky it was me and not mom or dad."
She rolled her eyes and got up but I shook my head. I scooped her up and carried her to the couch.
"Paul, I'm fine. See."
She rolled up her sweatpants so I could see the bandage. She tore the bandage off. I stared at the wound shocked. All I could see was a red scar.