Touch me, love me

Boys will be boys

Hey yall
I'd suggest you listen to "I know you" by skylar gray because it just goes with this
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Amilas pov
I should've expected this. I should've expected hayes to do something like this. How could I let myself be so stupid, so naive? Thoughts flooded my mind as Nash walks me down the stairs, Hailey close behind. Once we were off the stairs, my legs felt weak, I knew my knees were going to give out eventually. My cheeks twitched, trying with all the strength I had left to keep the tears inside.
"Nash!"
I hear someone yell towards us, right before we reached the door. I turn my head to see hayes standing a few feet away, his eyes red and wet, his hands clenched. People began to look at us,
And I, I couldn't even look at him.
"I- I can't"
I mumbled as I break into tears, pushing myself out the door. My legs moved fast, and My eyes stayed on them as I approached Nash's truck. I clenched my fist while I brought it up to the truck door and gripped the handle. Sniffling, I open the door and climb over the seat into the back. I didn't dare try to hold back my tears, it was to hard of a task. Bringing my hand to my cheek, I wipe my own tears this time. How could I let myself like him. I knew he wasn't capable of feeling the same so why did I do it?
I feel angry with myself.
Maybe because I missed a caring touch, or maybe, maybe because I'm so desperate for a mutual emotion, that I'd actually had myself stooping as low as this.
This all happened way to fast, I think, now that I'm alone; to cold, to dark to move. He stole me, like I was a diamond; and threw me away like trash.

Hayes pov
I'm alone.
Amilas leaving.
I've let everyone down.
I take in a breath, trying to keep my eyes dry.
"Amilas leaving.."
I mumble to myself. I couldn't believe it. She couldn't leave me, I've tried to hard to figure her out; To let her figure me out. It's not ending like this. Grabbing my shirt, I quickly walk out of the room, gripping the stairwell as I run down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, I look around for nash and amila. My eyes lock with nash as he's about to walk out. Pushing myself off the stairs, I run towards them.
"Nash!"
I yell, stopping so I can calm down; I probably look like a mess.
Amila turns her head; her glossy eyes glance into mine before quickly looking away.
"I- I can't,"
She mumbles as she pushes at the door and walks out. I try to go after her, but Nash stops me.
"I wouldn't do that hayes," Nash cautioned.
For once, I decided to swallow my pride and step back. I needed to relax, now. Releasing my fists, I take a deep breath in. Unclean air, drenched with alcohol and bud filled my beaten lungs, But it was good enough. Good enough to get me thinking right.
"Should I walk home or,"
I began, hoping Nash would let me ride with.
"Well, what do you think?" He huffs, sliding his sweater on and grabbing Hailey's hand.
"Can I come with?" I ask, clenching my bruised jaw. He nods as he walks out the front door, I follow close behind. We had now left the warmth of the house, and entered the cold, empty night. The cold, sad night. The cold, hated night. The night and me, we're sure close, because I was hated too.

I approached the car, hoping Amila was in it. Hailey sat in the back; Nash gestured me to the passenger seat. I got in, feeling every pain in my body now, wincing as I struggled to get in the car and close the door shut.
He sticks the keys in the ignition.
"You're gonna have to show me where she lives hayes,"
I turn my head to look at him, seeing amila In the corner of my eye; curled in the corner of the back seats.
"She's our neighbor Nash."
I reply, quickly glancing at her.
I don't deserve any of it anyways.
I am garbage,
I deserve disposal.

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We were approaching amilas house now. I felt so un-satisfied, because the ride was completely silent. Nash pulls his beaten up pick up into her drive way. Resting my head against the seat, I look at amila. She's not moving.
"Hailey, tell her we're at her house."
I broke in, feeling Nervous.
Hailey nods and taps amila. She still doesn't move. I was beginning to panic.
Quickly, I get out of the car; walk to her door and open it. I bring my hand to her neck to feel her pulse, it was still there. my hand makes its way to just under her nose, to feel if her sweet breathe was still there.
"Hayes what are you doing?"
Hailey asks.
"He's just having a little panic attack nothing big, this always happens,"
Nash replies.
"She must be sleeping,"
I mumble to myself. I take one hand under her legs, and the other slid under her back as I lift her off the car seat.
Pain shot through my beaten chest from the weight, but I didn't care.
She must be a really heavy sleeper.
"Hayes! What if she wakes up! She clearly doesn't want to be near you!"
Nash whispers roughly towards me, getting out of the car.
"Go home nash, please. I know what I'm doing! I know-"
And then, she moved a bit in my arms. And;
Everything that had happened to us, how difficult she was to get to, all of the memories we have made, even though it has been so little; it flashed in my mind.
"You know what?"
Nash asks, standing next to his truck.
"I know her."
I reply, turning around and heading towards the door.
This felt pathetic, I was doing all this, all this for some girl who hates me now. But, I just can't get away from her.

I step onto the porch and walk to the door, switching amilas weight to my left arm so I could quietly open the door.
Looking back before I step in, I see Nash cautiously getting back in his truck. I take a step into the door way and close the door, only to turn around to be faced with amilas sister. I bring my right hand back to support amilas body, as her sister begins to speak.
"Where were you guys?"
I looked away from her eyes.
"At a party,"
I say as I walk past her and to the stairs.
"Okay walk away when I'm trying to start a conversation?"
She says as I feel her hand on my shoulder.
"I'm putting amila in her bed,"
I say calmly, pulling away from her and walking further upstairs.
"Come back down, so we can get to know eachother,"
She begged. I ignored her, I needed to make sure amila was gonna be alright.

I approach her door, gripping and turning the door nob. As her door opened, her bedroom air escaped. The room sure smelt like her. I walk beside her bed and slowly lay her down, not letting go once she's on the bed.

If she won't willingly kiss me, I will steal one last kiss while her eyes are closed. Who knows when the next time is that she'll even look at me.
Bringing my right hand up to her cheek, I observe how peaceful she looks while she sleeps.
"Please"
I mumble.
I don't even know what I'm saying.
"Please, please don't give up I- I can prove to you,"
I slowly bring my lips to her cheek, leaving a soft kiss. I felt disrespectful if I were to kiss her lips.
Gently, I pull my arms from under her small frame and to the end of the bed, where her blanket was bunched up. I take it and slide it over her.
standing up straight, I just look at her.
She's always so beautiful. Her hair was in her face, so I bent down and brushed it away ever so softly. Pushing myself back up, I hear a noise at her door.
My head turns to the noise,
And There stood her mother. Her arms crossed, staring at me.
"I can explain I-"
I was interrupted.
"Thank you hayes,"
She smiled.
"What?"
I questioned.
"Well, thank you for getting her home safe."
She says as she steps out of the doorway, signaling my path to leave.
"You're welcome mrs. Hadson,"
I blurted while walking past her and to the stairs. Looking back, she was still looking at me, so I Turn my head quickly, And Iwalk down the stairs to see amilas sister passed out on the couch.
I open the front door and walk out of her home, it was possibly the last time I'd be there.
This fucking sucks.
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She's my Juliet.//
//He's my Romeo.

Amilas pov
Still feeling shocked from hayes carrying me in like I was a princess,
I still had to pretend I was asleep until my mother left.
He really doesn't think what he did was that big of a deal? Does he know how hard it was to trust him? He left me alone, not knowing anyone, to go have sex with his ex girlfriend. It even felt gross, to be having contact with him after he had done that. But I really have no right to care. He took advantage of me. I guess that's supposed to be okay. Since when does anyone ask what I have to think?
It hurt, it was emotional, it was painful, and I'm drained.
I need to stop thinking about him.
I need to
I have to

Stop.

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Star for next chapter babes :) I KNOW THIS IS REALLY SHORT I AM IN A HURRY AND I AM SORT OF HAVING WRITERS BLOCK BUT I IM REALLY TRYING BECAUSE I LOVE WRITING THIS BOOK, it's so much fun! :)
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