Chapter 6

ANDRE

All of a sudden, I caught myself. What the heck was I possibly thinking? I wasn't about to let Cleo win that easily. In fact, I wasn't about to let her win at all.

With that in mind, I drew away and returned my attention back to her ankle.

"Just keep the ice on it while I go check on the food okay?"

"Mm-hmm," she replied as I walked out.

Time to turn things in my favour.

CLEONA

I smirked to myself after Andre left. He'd been about to kiss me. I saw it in his eyes... He might have stopped right before he did but I wasn't too bothered. I still had a few months to win the bet afterall and it was only a matter of time before I got him to fall for me.

That was the plan. Too bad I had to get hurt.

"Ow!" I muttered, placing the bag of ice on my ankle to reduce the swelling.

A while later, Andre came back with a plate of macaroni and cheese. I had one spoon and even I had to admit that it was delicious.

"Soo what do you think?" He asked, smirking.

"Okay okay I have to admit, you're a pretty good cook. What'd you put inside?"

"I'll never tell," he said in a singsong voice.

I rolled my eyes and focused my attention back to the food.

"So how's your leg?"

"It's okay now. Still hurts though."

"But you'll be fine though. I don't need to call the doctor?"

"Nah. I'll be okay."

"Okay. If you say so."

Once I was done with my meal, Andre took the plate back to the kitchen and returned back to my room with a bandage and scissors.

"What's that for?" I asked when he sat beside me on the bed.

"Your leg. Duh!"

I rolled my eyes at his statement.

"Well hand it over. I can do it myself," I said, motioning for him to hand the bandage over.

"No. You're hurt. You're in no condition to wrap your ankle by yourself."

"It's not like I broke it. Come on Andre. Hand it ov.... Oww!" I yelled, feeling severe pain in my ankle.

I sat back in place and muttered a grumpy "Fine!" to the smirking Andre.

I then watched as he slowly began wrapping the bandage around my ankle, being careful not to twist it too much. I was so focused on him that I didn't notice he was done until he called my name.

"What!?" I yelled, jolting back to reality.

"No need to yell. Sheesh! I'm done. I just wanted you to know that."

"Oh okay. Thanks," I muttered, looking away from him, flushed.

"So...what do you suggest we do now? It's not exactly nightfall yet."

"I guess... We can watch a movie then."

"Yeah. That sounds great. Lemme help you get to the parlor."

"No need. I can do that by myself." I replied pointedly.

I got out of the bed and slowly began making my way towards the door with Andre trailing behind. Then it was out the doors and down the stairs which turned out to be quite the ordeal.

Nevertheless, I made it down the stairs and gracefully plopped down on the sofa.

"Finally! I thought we'd never make it down here," Andre said with a dramatic roll of his eyes.

I glared at him. He smiled back.

"I'll go get the snacks ready. You handle picking the show," he said handing me the remote.

I nodded and watched as he disappeared around the corner that led to the kitchen before returning my attention back to the TV.

A while later, he returned with a large bowl of popcorn, chips and orange juice.

"What are we watching?" He asked, sitting down beside me.

"Truth Or Dare."

"Wait a minute, what?!" He yelled.

"What? Why are you yelling?"

"Truth Or Dare is a horror movie."

"No, it's not. It's not that much of an horror movie.... Don't tell me you're scared..." I asked, stifling a laugh.

"Uh no. Of course not.. I was asking just to know if you're sure about Truth Or Dare. I'm not scared."

"Mm-hmm. Yeah right," I said and snickered before looking at the TV.

The movie started and I couldn't stop myself from laughing at the look on Andre's face as the movie progressed. Who would have thought that popular playboy, Andre Simmons would be scared of a movie like Truth Or Dare?

The look on his face right now made me regret my decision not to play one of the classic horror films like Annabelle, The Conjuring and IT.

He would have probably peed his pants if I played Annabelle.

With that thought in mind, I couldn't stop the laughter that escaped my lips when Andre shrieked for the umpteenth time that night. The guy just cracks me up.

At a point, I began to get bored. I'd watched Truth Or Dare before so I knew how the story went plus I was already getting quite sleepy. I tried to fight it but I soon found myself dozing off. Soon I gave in, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

ANDRE

I had forgotten all about Cleo until I felt her head hit my shoulder. At first I'd been terrified until I looked beside me and saw that she was the one.

I rolled my eyes at her sleeping figure. After forcing me to watch a movie that had literally scarred me for life, she had the audacity to sleep during the movie. She's lucky she looks so cute in her sleep or not, she'd be on the floor by now.

I looked at the TV and quickly turned it off when one of the characters began making the Truth Or Dare face.

"Why is everywhere so quiet?" I thought to myself looking around the house.

I shook my head and took a deep breath before lifting Cleo in my arms to take her to my room. I watched as she curled against me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I took my eyes off her so I could focus on making it to her room without dropping her. I was able to and after tucking her in, I made my way to the door so I could leave to my room but I couldn't leave her room.

After opening the door, I found myself staring at both sides of the illuminated hallway but try as I may, I couldn't take a step out of the room. Taking a shaky breath, I closed the door and did the only thing that I could.

I jumped in bed with Cleo. I knew that I was probably going to pay for it in the morning when she woke up but right now, I didn't care.

So I went to sleep with Cleo lying beside me, my hands wrapped around her...