More Than This (More Than, #1)(31)

Julie is showing Kayla some dance moves and Kayla’s taking it in, really listening to her. Their backs are to me so they can’t see that I’m watching. Julie goes to the stereo and plays the song from the beginning, then they start the routine from the start. Julie’s good at dancing for eight, but goddamn, Kayla is good. There’s a line in the song, ‘fold her, like a pornography poster’, which is totally inappropriate for an eight year old, but the move Kayla does… It’s almost too much to watch. My dick legit twitches.

It’s almost to the end of the song before they do some spinny dance move shit, and see me standing there. I smile and clap at their performance.

“JACAAARRB,” Julie yells as she goes to turn off the stereo. “You’re not supposed to see it, it’s not finished yet!”

I’m looking at Kayla, she has a sheen of sweat on her body and her breathing is heavy. She’s in yoga pants and a tight tank, her body on full display. She sees me checking her out, bites her bottom lip and shyly looks away. Hot as hell.

“JAKE!!” Julie yells again, snapping me out of perv mode.

“What’s up Ju-ju, that was really good!” I high five her and she beams back.

Mom and Dad come into the room, “What’s with all the yelling in here?” Mom asks concerned.

“Oh good,” Julie says. “You’re all here, watch our routine, Micky’s been practicing with me.”

“Oh, no.” Kayla says. She’s embarrassed in front of my parents. “Maybe… wait till it’s finished, Julie?” she asks, hopeful.

“No… c’mon Micky, please?”

Kayla looks to Julie, and then to me, a huge smirk slowly develops. “I’ll do it if Jacaaaarb does it too.”

“Okay then!” Julie yells, pulling me by my arm into the middle of the ‘dance floor’ and then moving my parents to sit on the bed to watch.

I stand next to Kayla and put my hand on the small of her back, placing my thumb just under the hem of her tank and rubbing gently. She feels it, goosebumps break through her skin. I bend down and whisper in her ear, “You are in so much trouble, Missy.” She closes her eyes and shivers slightly, but I notice.

I try to keep up with the dance routine but I’m a jock, not a dancer, I suck and end up falling in a tangle of my own arms and legs on the floor. Kayla stands above me, laughing so hard she has to hold her stomach. I grab her legs so they give out under her and she falls on top of me. Julie jumps on top of both of us, yelling that we’re not taking it seriously.

“Take this seriously!” Kayla yells, and starts tickling her, I join in. My parents laugh and leave the room.


It’s this moment I know, I don’t think anymore. I know it. I love this girl. I’m in love with this girl.


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Mikayla


The sexual tension between Jake and I is off the charts. I’m actually scared I might combust any second. No joke. It doesn’t help that we’re around each other almost 24/7 or that we’re always finding ways to ‘innocently’ touch each other. It’s almost at that stage where were pushing each other a little further and further seeing how much we can take until one of us cracks. I’m about two f*cking seconds from cracking and if I don’t get a release soon I will cut a bitch.


Jake's Graduation goes smoothly. I meet some of his other friends, some guys from his team, and I stay the hell away from Casey. I see the way she looks at me and joke to Jake that I should probably start packing heat.

He doesn’t find it so funny.

There’s a graduation party in a field near the school that everyone is going to. Jake declines the invites but I tell him I think he should go, I want to go. I think it would be good to get out and associate with the general population.


So that’s where we are now, at the party. I am, of course, sitting on Jake's lap around a bonfire. His usual friends are here, as well as a few others.

I’m wearing one if Heidi’s dresses. I still don’t have the courage to go back to my house. I’ve actually asked Mandy to pack up my room this weekend while we’re at Aunt Lisa’s wedding. I’ve organized professional movers to take care of the rest, whatever isn’t damaged is to go to a storage container I’ve rented, at least until I work out what I’m going to do at UNC. Everything else can go. Mandy is taking care of all the personal stuff like photo albums and jewelry, etc.

Heidi’s a size smaller than I am, but she only bought one outfit with her when she came over, so she told me to suck it up and deal with it. It’s a navy blue dress thats tight from the waist down, the top half is looser and hangs off one shoulder. It’s more something Megan would wear, who, by the way, I still haven’t heard from.

According to the internet, Meg and James are ‘Facebook official’. I should give a shit, but I don’t, and right now, sitting here with Jake, my minds like… James? James effing who?


“Hey look, Jake. Casey’s coming over here…” I whisper in his ear.

He flinches, tightens his hold on me and legit ducks his head, like he’s trying to hide. “I was just kidding, Jake. Jesus Christ.” I say through a laugh.

“That shit’s not funny, Kayla, I’m not kidding. Don’t do that.” He holds his hand to his heart.