Falling in Love with my Best Friend

Chapter 2: The Bet

Jake's POV

She sauntered up the stairs, swinging her hips as if she knew I was watching. I turned back to Emi-wait no, Erica, and smiled uncomfortably.

"I-uh... It's not what it looks like," I stuttered. Oh my gosh, what's wrong with me! That's the last thing you're supposed to say in a situation like this!

She rolled her eyes. "I have to go Jake," she growled before turning around and walking back to her car.

"Wait, Emi-I, uh... Erica!" The car backed out quickly and disappeared down the road. I punched the wall and cursed, how could I mess up her name?!

I turned around, clenching my fists. "STACY!" I yelled, my lips pulling into a sinister grin. She was so going to pay for this...

There was squealing and stumbling noises upstairs. Chuckling to myself, I headed straight towards the commotion, taking three stairs at a time. I stepped into her room and looked around. Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the closet as if something had just fallen from a shelf, followed shortly by some cursing and moving.

I chuckled and strode over to the door, swinging it open to find Stacy looking up at me like a deer in the headlights.

"I-uh... uh... AHHHH!" She screamed, scrambling up and trying to run past me. I snagged an arm around her waist and threw her over my shoulder waltzing down the stairs confidently.

"AAAAAHHH! JAKE, put me DOOOOWN!" She screamed, pounding her fists on my back.

I chuckled and moved my hand from the back of her knee up her thigh. She stiffened and tried to reach up and stop me. I smiled and let my hand glide up the rest of the way and onto her butt.

"Jake," she warned, trying still to get me to stop.

I just smiled harder and actually had the nerve to give her butt a little squeeze, feeling satisfied by the shriek of surprise she made.

"JAKE! Get your hand OFF my butt!" She screamed, pounding her fists on my back.

I laughed and tossed her from my shoulder onto the couch so she was lying on her back with her arms and legs up like a dead bug.

"What are you-" her question was cut off when I sat on top of her, putting my legs on either side of her hips and my arms next to her head. I leaned over her, as if I was trying to kiss her before stopping a couple inches from her face.

"Say you're sorry," I whispered in a husky voice. She looked astonished and tried to recompose herself.

"I-uh... No," she answered, trying to sound strong. I smirked and leaned in closer pressing my lips lightly against her ear.

"Say it," I whispered, pressing my body against hers. She gulped and I realized how much of an effect I had on girls.

"I-um. I'm sorry," she muttered, her voice so soft and vulnerable.

"For what?" I pressed, my teeth grazing against her earlobe. She shuttered before stiffening slightly.

"Get off me and I'll tell you," she pleaded, pushing on my chest softly.

I gave in, lifting myself off of her and getting comfortable next to her on the couch while she still lay sideways. She sighed, her eyes refusing to meet mine.

"I'm sorry that..." She drew it out, her eyes downcast in defeat.

"You're a strawberry milk loving loser!" She burst out laughing as she ran up the stairs and out of sight.

I couldn't help but laugh too, trying to shake of the weird tingly feeling I got in my stomach. Why were my palms clammy and my heart racing? So I quickly followed her up the stairs to get my mind off of the strange feelings.