Ophelia~Hawk/Eli Moskowitz

~chapter 19~

Ophelias POV:

I got home late, taking a shower. My father hasn't been home since yesterday. He's staying at the dojo which is fine by me.

Changing into grey sweat pants and a white crop top, i dried my hair. Walking to my bed sitting on the edge scrolling through TikTok.

I heard a knock on my window, looking over to see a red Mohawk. I sighed getting up and opening the window. But before I let him in.

"How was moons?" I dryly chuckle. He looks down scuffing his shoes on the grass.

"Boring" he admits looking back up with a guilty look.

"Oh really? Did you two do anything" I raised an eyebrow and glaring at him?

"No, I would never do anything like that to you" He confesses crossing his arms "can I come in?"

I step out of the way letting him in, he jumps in closing the window. I sit at the edge of my bed.

"Look I'm sorry," he says kneeling in front of me cupping my cheek.

"I'm not even mad" I sigh "I know you did it out of spite because I hung out with Miguel"

He looks down in shame. I stand my ground. He gets up sitting next to me, I look over at him.

"Your right I did do it out of spite, but you hanging out with Miguel alone makes my blood boil" he reveals causing me to look away.

"Yea but he's my best friend, I can't just not hang out with him, plus you have nothing to worry about" I reason shifting my body to face him. He looks away clenching his jaw.

"I know" he mumbled making eye contact. I tilt my head a little smirking.

"You can hang out with moon if you'd like, only because I trust you" I sigh. He looks up putting his lips in a line.

"I'll pass" He breathes causing me to giggle.

"Is your dad home?" Hawk questions, I get up turning on my tv while Hawk takes off his shoes and sets his bag down.

"No, not today and probably not for a while, he's staying at the dojo" I confess, grabbing the remote and clicking Netflix, I get comfortable on my bed.

"Good, I'm tired and I don't want to be alone at my house" He lets out a sigh of relief taking off his shirt. He's only in sweats. He climbs in bed next to me taking the remote from my hand, I side-eye him.

"You always get to pick what we watch" he challenges, I roll my eyes laying my head on his shoulder.

"Fine, but if I hate what you pick we're changing it" I glare at the tv.

"But" Hawk started.

"No buts" I interrupted, he gave up and continued picking the show.

We binged the show until we fell asleep.

I had woken up to Hawk gently moving trying not to wake me, I open my eyes slowly adjusting to the light.

He didn't notice I was awake he just headed to the bathroom.

I stretch getting up, pulling my shirt down. Yawning I get up checking the time. 9:03 am. I set my phone down on my dresser. Walking into the bathroom.

Hawk was taking a shower, while I did my hygiene things.

I finished up walking back to my room putting on a cute outfit because we're hanging out with friends today.

Hawk walks out the bathroom with his hair down, no Mohawk well yet towel around his waist.

I'm sitting on the floor, applying light makeup looking in my standing mirror.