Love To Hate You | 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜 ❈

Twenty Seven

I think Jack is mad at me.

We haven't spoken a word to each other, and honestly, I'm starting to get pretty worried. It was Sunday morning, and we were all on the buses, driving out of the camp grounds and back down the mountain to Crestwood. I'd tried to save a space for Jack, but he ignored me and sat beside Dylan, not even looking in my direction as he passed me. I wasn't even sure if he'd seen me, to be quite honest.

Jack was seemingly making it his life's mission to stay as far from me as possible; and I was ninety percent sure it was because of the prank we'd pulled the night before.

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JACK
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I'm fucking horny.

I'm so fucking hot for Lyla that I physically have to keep my distance or I'm afraid I might do something or say something that could push her away or scare her off.

I'd been horny since the weekend started, but now, knowing what if felt like to kiss her, and what she tasted like, and not having done anything about it since Friday night, I was spiralling, bad.

I placed my headphones in, wanting to watch the Canucks vs Oilers game in peace, knowing the season had just started and Quinn was playing. But, all I could think about the entire time was Lyla and her stupid gaze on me and those perfectly kissable lips. I was going insane, mental, if I didn't get my hormones in check soon, I'd definitely lose my mind.

I know she only just got out of her shitty relationship with her douchebag ex boyfriend, but at this point it was sink or swim, and I wanted to swim. I wanted to explore every inch of her, to have her in a way no one else had, and it was all her fault.

If she'd just stayed out of my life, stayed well away, I'd never have fallen in love with her, never have heard about her dream she had that triggered these feelings, the less than innocent thoughts I was inevitably having.

I needed to stop, she deserved someone to treat her like a Princess, someone who waited until she was well and truly ready to give herself away like that. Not some hockey captain asshole who was no better than her ex, wanting her in a way that felt almost forbidden, a way I wanted her to reserve only for me.

And so, my best bet of getting my shit together was to stay away from her, and hope this would pass.

I had hockey tonight, anyway, and I wouldn't have to see her for the rest of the day. Although, the game was against Willowvale, the last game before finals, and I was silently dreading it. Lyla hadn't had any contact with Reid for weeks, and he'd stayed away, but I was worried about her tonight.

I knew she'd come to the game if Izzy and Stella did, which they were, and I knew I had to keep an eye out for her while dick face wasn't on the ice. But when he was on the ice, well, I was sort of worried about me.

He'd hospitalised me once, then bashed the shit out of me weeks later, what the hell would he do if he found out Lyla was mine, or, not mine, but sort of mine. Seeing me—but not really.

Lyla was—I don't know.

All I did know, was that I had to make sure he stayed the fuck away from the both of us, and that I played fair for Lyla's sake, and that we won.

Ha, easy.

We arrived back to the school hours later, and I'd watched the entire Canucks game, advertisements and all, even the fucking gameplay bullshit talking at the end, just so I didn't have to look up and see the beautiful girl sitting right across from me.

She got off the bus first, glaring at me, but I pretended not to notice.

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