My British Boy

No Way

Y/n's Pov

When I agreed to hangout with Hayden that day, I could feel Noah burn up with anger. My plan was working. All I needed from Noah now was for him to get so jealous that he would ask me out on a date instead of that loser Hayden.

After last period ended I walked out of the school with Noah. I sat on a bench waiting for Hayden to appear. "Heyyyy gorgeous," I heard that rat of a man say. I was just hanging out with him to get Noah. "Hi," I said fluttering my eyes and smirking. Hayden held out his hand motioning for me to take it. I grabbed onto it smoothly and we started walking towards the park a couple blocks down. I looked back over my shoulder and I was Noah looking at me was a slight tone of sadness in his eyes. 'Did I take this too far?' I said to myself as Hayden babbled on about sports. This man was a real pain. I couldn't stand him. As we sat down on the bench, Hayden put his hand on my thigh. I looked at him confused. He was staring straight at me with begging eyes. I was not expecting what would come next.

That prick leaned in slowly. Right before his lips were going to touch mine I stood up and ran away. How could I have let this happen. My plan was now a dump. I got home and sat on my bed. The thought of what just happened was playing over and over in my head. What if I did let him kiss me? I was thinking until my phone lit up. It was a text from Noah. I picked it up and saw 38 other texts from him, all unseen...

(Authors Note: IM LEAVING U ALL ON A CLIFF HANGER WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)