The Boy with Bad Habits

Chapter 44

Willow's POV~

A cold draft was coming from the vents of our apartment. Lydia complained about it all of the time expecting someone to bow down and submit to her every need to fix it. She felt if you whined about something for a certain period of time you'd get results.

Funny how when it came to Myers, all of that meant nothing yet she still was in pursuit of him. Which was, in all seriousness, redundant.

I plopped my heavy book bag on the floor of my small room. No homework was assigned that particular day which was good. Doubt I could've stomached it after the events that occurred.

Luckily, my bruises were healing quicker than usual but nothing disappointed and appalled me more than at what I saw. Ace had done something that truly gave me a different perspective mixed in with disrespect. Lydia changed because of a lot of things, addiction drove it.
He didn't see how much a simple illegal substance changed my life yet did it anyway, hurting me in the process. I felt betrayed a little that he disregarded my pain for a high.

I closed my door and went to the kitchen to get dinner started. After what happened between Lydia and I two days ago, she hadn't returned. At times she'd be gone between a few days and a few hours. What she did in the time period was fine by me given she'd be away. Through it all, whether she was there or not, Lydia expected dinner to be cooked.

Seeing Ace on his first day clouded over that. I missed him even though what he was involved with confused, scared, and angered me to an extent. I missed his quirky jokes and always finding a way to make me grin. His jet-black hair and dark brown, almost black pits of mystery-filled eyes. Whether it'd be his intimidating height or unpredictable tendencies, he did things to me I had never felt or dreamed of before.

Pots and pans fell to the ground noisily after I had gotten distracted and began to recall our previous encounters. Ace had an effect on my mind and body. Making it so an indescribable feeling washed through me when his lips met mine. He was an incredibly handsome puzzle I'd only imagine figuring out.

My brain couldn't understand why. Why was he so careless and allowed the Murry twins to drag him into that? Why was it so hard for me to process it? More importantly, why did he do it?

I turned the stove on preheat after preparing the lasagna, only to eat it alone like always. Badly, I wanted to talk to him, to rid my head of all the confusion and hurt. To wrap myself in his embrace the same way he had done a few nights ago. Eveytime he came around my rational and irrational minded collided. Which was exactly why I had to avoid him at all costs. All he had to do was look down at me with that driven gaze and I'd immediately forget about it. My knees would turn to jelly at his scrutinizing stare, lustful, confused, or in pain. He did an incredible job hiding his emotions which gave me such a head ache to try and read.

The cold draft caused a shiver down my spine when I sat down on the couch waiting for dinner to be ready, just like everything else. In a sense I was waiting for Ace to relieve my broken mind. To come by and admit it was a mistaken one time thing. Or that I was completely overreacting.

A soft knock tore me from my daze. Reluctantly, I got up from the couch, hesitantly approaching it. Sometimes Lydia had certain sketchy people over that utterly terrified me.

Fortunately, there was a peep hole in the dark green door. Although, the only thing I saw was a person from the chest down. Instantly, I recognized that astonishingly tall height and muscular staure that had a serious affect on me everytime.