Is It All A Myth?

Chap 22 : Revelations

Harley's pov :

I don't know what came over me but I didn't fight sugars touch.

He was really gentle with me.

Nobody ever has.

As he confessed that Stacey wasn't his girlfriend to think that I was feeling ecstatic would be an understatement.

I don't know the voice inside me said to trust him.

I know I trust him, even though I haven't known him for a long time.

The thought alone scares me how easily I can trust him.

But that doesn't mean I'll tell them everything.

I do really wanna tell my friends all that had happened and is happening but I'm afraid I won't be able to protect them.

I really need to meet up with Liam.

He knows more than anyone knows but not everything that happened that day.

I couldn't tell him.

I felt sparks as sugar mounted me on his shoulder.

His hand on my thigh made my insides squirm.

He gently settled me in the passenger seat.

I shot him an unamused look to which he just smirked at me.

"I could've walked you know. I have perfectly proper functioning legs"I mumbled while looking at my hands.

I was embarrassed of what happened in the classroom earlier.

I just- don't know what to think anymore.

On one hand I have Ryder breathing down on my neck and I have to protect my loved ones.

I shouldn't have moved here.

On the other hand is sugar.

I know it may seem as a shocker because I vowed to stay away from any male contact but when it comes to him my mind is just jumbled.

I can't think straight.

But it's best to ignore it for now.

"And let you run away. Cupcake we both know you wouldn't have come on your own will" Sugar answered making me pout.

What the fuck is Wrong with me?

I'm acting like a baby.

He's right though.

I hate confrontations.

"why do you even care sugar? I mean nothing is wrong with me I was just sitting with my new friend"
I spoke while raising my eyebrow at him.

I know I'm lying again.

Ryder wasn't my friend. Like in hell.

That seemed to spark something in him.

He tensed and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

Well if he keeps that iron grip the wheels gonna break and we are going to die.

Not that I'm complaining atleast I won't have to worry about my actions in fear that the devil himself was watching me.

But sadly I don't want sugar to die.

So I touched his hand that seemed to relax him.

I immediately retracted it as I came into my fucking senses.

What the fuck is going on with me?

I don't understand anything right now.

Because if it was any other guy I would've gotten those horrible flashbacks as if it was him who was touching me.