His soft hum, and chuckle he lets out against my ear lobe has me shivering. "You can keep telling yourself that once we leave this school, graduate, you'll go back to forgetting me, and how you felt while you were with me Alex." Morgan whispers in m...
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Song :Confident | Demi Lovato
𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 • 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐘
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I sit on the floor, on my knees while curling my hair.
If I had two tips to any girl, the first would be, if he fucks you over once, you fuck his best friend.
Second being, never- and I mean never, curl your hair when you are holding a jaw clenching grudge against someone.
I hiss in pain as the scorching curling wand burns my neck, again. "Fuck," I mumble, shaking my head at myself.
Granted, I was a virgin so I wasn't entirely sure if the whole have 'sex with his friend' thing would necessarily work, but I can imagine. And, apparently I need to put actual effort into how I look tonight.
I was all over the place.
Being around Morgan has made me on the verge of becoming psychotic. Everything he does, and says, pisses me off.
Earlier for example, I was walking around our room, looking for my suitcase. I politely called Morgan's name, and was planning on asking him if he knew where it was.
Key word, planning.
That was until he came out of the bathroom, fucking naked.
He claimed that he 'forgot' to grab his change of clothes, and assumed I'd left. Which was bullshit, considering he said 'what?' very angrily might I add, when I called his name.
Just to piss me off.
I glance over at the bathroom door as I hear it creak open, Morgan emerging from the opened door. A towel hangs low on his hips and his hair falls damply atop his head, dribbles of water remains sliding down his neck.
I don't know why, but instead of looking away like I usual would, I let our eyes stay in contact. His grey ones twinkle with a indescribable darkness as he approaches me, a veiny hand reaching up and threading through the wet strands of his hair.
He finally speaks as he pushes the hair back from his face. "When's the dinner?" He says, his voice twinging with a croaky-ness.
My eyebrows knitted together for moment, before I clear my throat. "Oh- uh, around seven." I murmur, looking away as I naw on my bottom lip.
I was oddly on edge, and I simplified it down to being because of being away from home, even though I knew it was a stupid distraction of a thought.
Hearing about Morgan and his- history, scared the shit out of me.
My eyes flick to his as I hear him let out a sound of what I gather to be acknowledgment. "What's with the look?" He lifts a eyebrow, the pierced one. "Find my knife stash?" My face drops even further then it was.
