Opposites [Book 1]

Chapter 19

Leah's Point of View

I was woken by an annoying beeping sound, sounding like an alarm.

Ignoring it, I tried to sleep again, but the yawn directly beside my ear startled me and it took me about three seconds to register that this was Hayden who was lying all over me and I was currently in his bed. As I opened my eyes, he reached over to the phone that lightened the dark room and shut the alarm off.

Groaning, he threw his pillow over his head.

"I don't want to fucking stand up." He mumbled into the pillow, much to my amusement. I giggled.

He took the pillow away from his face, looking at me with a confused expression.

"Oh yeah, you're here." He said coolly.

Yes, I am.

"Hey." I said, looking up to the ceiling because I knew he was giving me a stare and it made me feel really uncomfortable to say at least.

"You feeling better?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

"Yeah."

Shit I was so awkward, I had always been awkward to talk with.

"I'm tired." He spoke up, rubbing his face as he exhaled loudly.

"I really could use some more sleep, what time is it anyway?"

"About six thirty-five." He answered, then checking his phone.

"Yep."

Silence.

"We should get up." I said in thought.

"Yes."

With that, I pushed myself up and forced my tired body out of the small bed.

Looking around, I sought for the light, since the room was almost in complete darkness.

"Hayden?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you turn the light on?"

I heard him move and then clap his hands twice. The room immediately enlightened.

Wow, this is unneeded luxury.

I looked around and eyes the room. It was an old room with just a bed in it and a desk with a lot of different shaped and coloured papers.

"Where is my dress, Hayden?" I asked.

"You're not walking around here with this dress." He told me all seriously.

"What? Why not?" I asked confused.

"It shows off way too much of your legs."

"It reaches my my mid-tight if not even my knees." I protested.

He huffed as he walked over to his drawer that was standing in the corner of the room, pulling out some sweatpants and a black polo.

"Here." He said and threw the clothes at me.

"I want to wear my dress, though."

"Leah, we're not discussing this, either you wear this or you're not leaving."

He was such a male bitch.

I sighed and nodded as he smirked.

He took the shirt off that he was wearing, revealing lots of tattoos.

This guy must be hella confused.

Although, some of the motives were scary, just like the two faces on his side, one happy, one sad, his body was beautiful, he had perfect abdominals, well trained arms, just looking perfect.

And I slept with a guy of that class in one bed?

"What?" He asked as he pulled over another fresh, white shirt.

"I-uh, where is the bathroom?" I asked, my face red as a tomato.

"Down the hall, left." He told me, not looking at me as he hooked his thumbs into the waistline of his shorts.

I quickly rushed down the hall, following the instructions he gave me as I, indeed, landed in a bathroom.

A bathroom with no lock.

Just great.

I decided to quickly go now to toilet, just in case he would want to check up on me later on.

After I had finished, I took of my clothes- not my underwear-, looking at the dirty and broken mirror in the corner.

He was absolutely stunning and I, compared to someone as gorgeous as him was fat. I had those thick legs that I hated and felt as if I could do nothing about it, also I had a big tummy, being my main problem.

But the thing that got me the most, were the stripes on my breasts, stripes that were not ever going to vanish. I felt like when ever someone, a guy that I would ever love enough to do love with, would see me, they would find me ugly after seeing them or any other part of my body for that matter.

God, how much I hated that body of mine.