Elise Richardson has been head over heels for Kade Dawson since she first laid eyes on him. Twelve years later and Elise is still too timid to act on her adoration towards a guy who barely notices her.
Parker Reynolds will do anything for her best f...
⚠️Trigger warning: Parker mentions her past of suicidal thoughts and self harm about halfway through the chapter. If you want to skip this part, I will put a ❌, but she only talks about it for a few paragraphs.
If any of you ever feel this way, feel free to message me or go seek help. I know how difficult it is, trust me. I've been through it all and can relate.💞
On a happier note, enjoy!
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Avery and I conducted our little gossip session directly after we left the party. Although both of us were drunk, we miraculously awoke the next morning, remembering every detail. I received the usual lecture from Avery about me being a dumbass.
"You're the one that willingly left me alone with him!" I exclaimed. "You basically pushed us together and begged us to have sex."
Avery snorted at this and proceeded to explain every detail of Logan and her's sexual encounter on that Saturday night.
Safe to say, I know a little too much about my best friend.
And as far as Kade goes... nothing. I refuse to think about him. I refuse to respond to his texts. I refuse to acknowledge his mere presence. I'm hiding away in my room like a coward.
But hiding and refusing isn't doing Jack shit. I keep replaying our heated makeout session in my mind. The way his hands encased my entire waist. The way I was pushed flush against his hard toned chest. The way his mouth perfectly molded to mine.
The man has invaded my dreams. I'm not proud to admit it, but even thinking about his tall, dark and brooding demeanor, I find the junction between my legs throbbing in need. When I sneak my hand down under the waistband of my pants, I picture his dilated dark blue eyes swimming with lust as I touch myself.
Now it's late in the afternoon on Tuesday and Kade is still sprinting circles around my mind. I'm staring at the ceiling in my room doing absolutely nothing, giving up on attempts at distraction.
Peyton is out doing God knows what and my parents are downstairs preparing for dinner. Hence, the sole reason why I've locked myself in the safety of my room. My grandparents–Dad's parents–are coming over for an early Christmas dinner tonight. Tuesday is the most random and inconvenient night to host a Christmas dinner, but there's no arguing or persuading my grandparents.
I still haven't hashed it out with my parents about their absence from my STEM competition, and I'm not necessarily looking forward to the inevitable. Like a normal well-behaved daughter, I could just drop the subject and act like nothing happened, but I am not normal and definitely not well-behaved. Therefore, I am dreading this dinner with my entire being.
"Parker! Your grandparents are here!" my mother shouts. Great.
I groan and throw the blanket off of me, rolling out of bed to face my reflection. I cringe and decide to hastily change out of my gray sweatpants and sweatshirt into something more presentable. Despite this dinner only consisting of close family, my parents would still scrutinize me for my choice in clothing. My mother usually jumps at any chance she can to inform me of all of the physical attributes I lack. I always turn to her for a self-esteem boost.
