Opposites Attract

Repeating Memories

*the photo above is of Noah Blairs OOTD*

•Noah Blair••POV•

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I can't sleep very well. No scratch that, I cant sleep at all. Because of her! That Goddamn angel of a girl running through my mind. Her smell. Her heavenly scent is still on my clothes. Her taste still in mouth.

My mind must hate me. It's been repeating memories of the other day to me over and over and over again. Her soft and full lips slightly parted. The pinkness of them. The way her hands moved through my hair. Her body pressed up against me, my arms wrapped around her impossibly tiny waist.

The way she bit her lip, the way she looked sad when we weren't kissing. The way her hands explored my chest. The way she wrapped her legs around mine, the way she throws her head back and moans when I kiss her neck. All of these things are driving me insane.

Then her glass like eyes full of hatred and despair. The way she screamed in my face and the way she pounded on my chest like she hated me. The bruising on her waist, the dark shade of purple and black, that filled me with hatred and despair.

All I wanted to do was kiss her better. Kiss her until she stole every last ounce of my breath. I knew I liked her, from the moment I first saw her. Her innocence leaking off of her, her doe like eyes, like a deer caught in headlights.

The amount of times I nearly sent her a text saying something like, I'm so sorry please forgive me, I just want to kiss you again. Is ridiculous.

What if she never spoke to me again because of the way I shouted at her? What if she hates me now. She probably does hate me now. The way she was screaming at me. Can't believe she thinks I don't care about her.

My alarm went and I haven't even slept a wink. I got up and showered, blow dried my hair and got changed.

Is it sad to admit I dressed in my best clothes to make her mad? Probably. I changed into a white t-shirt with a graphic print on it, black jeans and my trusty necklace. I remember her telling me once how she likes it when I wear t-shirts and black jeans. Suits me apparently.

I drove myself to school dreading the day ahead of me. Even though I was still going to school since the incident, each day it got harder. I haven't spoken to her in three days. I know that doesn't sound like a lot but it is when your crazy about a person.

The past few days have been hard, all I can do is stare at her from where we sit at lunch, sometimes she catches my eye then she quickly looks back and ignores me, and it feels like we're all the way back to the start; when I would smile at her and have her ignore me.

It made me happy though, one lunch time I saw her look over her shoulder at me when she thought I wouldn't be looking at her. But I was.

She quiet, she doesn't join in with conversations with her friends as much. I don't see her laughing or smiling like I used to.

The only times I get to see her is when we both have practice, I watch her as she practices her cheer dance with the rest of the girls, I'll admit the girls are all pretty and have good bodies. But they are nothing compared to her.

The games next Friday, only a week away and my coach says I have to focus on that. I can't focus on anything. In class, in practice, at home. People around me have started to notice and are getting annoyed at how I drift in and out of conversation.

I really want to talk to Emma but if I back out on what I said she won't tell me. She needs to tell me, this is the only way I can think of to get her to tell me.