chapter 44-Ah I feel hot

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Abigail POV

"I'm feeling hot, ahh," I moaned, undressing myself slightly.

"Why is it so hot?" Vicky whined, also attempting to undress.

"Why do you look unorganized?" Ryan said, approaching. He then carried me off the table, placed me upright, closed my zip, and hugged me. "I've missed you". I suddenly felt a bite, and my ear was nibbled. Letting go of one of his hands to grab

My hip as he made his way up to my earlobe. I suppressed a moan.

. "I've waited enough, don't you think". Indeed, he has. "How about dating her for 2 extra months". "Abigail, really?" he asked, pulling away. "I'm just saying, Why don't you? Stop this," he now looked annoyed. "I'm sorry, but I have to." He is the only person I've hugged voluntarily. It's kind of hard for him to make time for me between class and his junior prefectship. He doesn't get any time for himself. Flicking his forehead, he looked down, still wearing a disappointed expression.

I like this guy, but... I still don't know what is stopping me. Maybe fear of being used, or is it my trust issues? I wonder. I looked behind me to only see his girlfriend, angry, stamping her way in our direction. Sighing calmly and separating us. I laughed Turning around.

"Your girlfriend seems mad. What did you do this time". I asked, waving my hands and still walking away. "Whatever you do, you better fix it; it gets worse". "That's what I want." I heard a grumpy Ryan chuckled at his childishness.

"Why did I see Ryan and Jenny kissing". Mimi asked, annoyed. "I don't like Ryan, but at least I thought he would have claimed you by now".

"Oh, please, Abigail, don't you see the way he looks at you?" "Whenever you say babe," I said, entering her class.

"He's a flirt, but he means well. Let's not talk about the way he smiles just for you. to see the playfulness and love displayed. He has fallen flat" Mimi said, giggling.

The more I grow up, the more I realize that I am being violated by my own emotions, and I keep getting lied to by my brain. My body has its own rules, and my soul feels all alone.

I keep this picture of me being all alone, and the more I grow, the more I'll realize it was meant to be.

I'm always doing things the wrong way and pretending as if it doesn't affect me or my pride, but we all know it's a lie. A little bit won't hurt, right, Abigail? Right when I learn how to talk and not get hurt, then I'll learn to cherish what it is that hurts so much, but for now, let it sink in.

I thought about getting up from my seat, informing Mimi of my sudden departure, and making sure to promise her my arrival within an hour.

Stepping out of my class

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Before I descended the staircase, I saw Ryan and Jenny talking, and all of a sudden Jenny demanded a kiss. He happily obliged. Oh, baby... I miss this. The words left his lips in his mouth before connecting their lips in hunger.

I, on the other hand, tried to fight my jealousy. I was fighting myself from stooping to whatever I was seeing, trying to win a bit of control over myself.

They were growing desperate, and they became handsy in every possible way.

He finally left her waist to cap her ass. She instinctively jumped to curl her legs around his waist while her free hands were ramming his afro hair. Ryan openly teased his core against hers, sending a hideous moan into my eyes.

I was disgusted, but he did warn me, and I just didn't want to listen. Looking down the long staircase, Franca called my name loud enough for everyone on the veranda to hear. I guess he also heard it. because he stopped their passionate display of lust and watched me feel guilty. Standing gracefully, I ignored Jenny's smirk and waved at the couple before replying to Franca's.

"Hey, Franca What's up?" I responded softly, but before I did, I looked in Jenny's direction and mouthed. You can't get under my skin unless I let you.

because she got the massage. Because she throws poisonous daggers at me. Running down the stairs, I wondered who was laughing now. Ha!

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