"Hi"
I nod and sit down. Being back in bio class has taunted my brain all weekend.
I spent mornings cutting open my brain and dissected my thoughts and feelings. My nights where spent imagining every possible scenario and every possible resolution.
"I-
Hazel begins to speak to me but the teacher interrupts her. I stare forward. My aunts advise plays on my mind as I fiddle with my pen. Honesty is difficult when you don't know the truth.
When the bell rings I leave, having not unpacked my bag to begin with.
At lunch Hazel smiles at me and I stare forward as if unaware.
PJ waves and I ignore that too.
Tuesday.
Wednesday.
Thursday.
-Friday-
"La- nope"
I adjust my fingers on the strings of the guitar.
"La-fuck"
I try again and hold the pick in my teeth.
"Dah dah dah da"
I nod and draw the notes out on blank sheet music.
I've retreated into the music room the past few days. No one bothers me here and I can strum away thoughtlessly.
I begin the next chord when I hear the crunch of a handle, scarping metal and a deep slam of the heavy wooden door.
My head shoots up instantaneously and I immediately stand when I meet her eyes. Her back is flat against the door.
"You're driving me crazy"
Her voice is darker than before. It's raspy. Rough in the same way a stone is.
I remain seated and make no adjustments to my face. Inside, every nerve feels as though it is misplaced, flying from one side of by body to the other and knocking others as it goes.
She steps further into the room.
"I can't stop thinking about you"
Heat grows in my stomach
"All the fucking time. Every time I hear music, Every time I sleep and you aren't there when I wake up. Even-
Her voice is desperate, even whiny now. She looks down and then back up at me through her eyebrows. That gaze almost floors me and I grip my thighs for support.
"Even when I was kissing PJ....all I could think about was you. I feel like I'm fucking loosing my mind and not talking to you-
She steps closer now and I stand up to meet her level.
She whispers.
"Not being near you.... It physically hurts me"
My chest rises and falls frantically and my heart begins to fuse back together, but it halts. I remember the kiss. PJ.
"Why-
"She-PJ kissed me. It was a distraction. The cheerleaders weren't gonna do it so- it sounds pathetic I know"
I gulp. Excuses slip out of my mouth. No longer needing to be said.
Hazels eyes fall from my eyes now and seem to land somewhere right around my lips. I bite my lower lip softly as if it's cowering below my upper lip. She seems to take that as permission. Her hands reach into the space between us and she places one under the guitar and one on the strap. She strips it off me slowly and I begin to feel exposed under her gaze. My body feels static, as though if she touched me we'd both get electrocuted. She drops the guitar beside me and steps even closer.
Her lips are mere centimetres from mine and my lower lip comes back out from its cowardly position. Heat grows between my legs and I squeeze them together. Our rapid breathing fills the room and she slides her hand onto my jaw. With one more step we become intertwined. Her lips caress mine and her hand tangles up in my hair. The electric shock comes and goes, radiating in waves throughout my body. I grip her shirt for stability and she grabs my waist hungrily.
Honesty really is the best policy.
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Safe haven |Hazel Callahan x Reader |
Novela Juvenil"You're driving me crazy" Her voice is darker than before. It's raspy. Rough in the same way a stone is. She steps further into the room. "I can't stop thinking about you" Heat grows in my stomach. "All the fucking time. Every time I hear music...
