The Hollows Of Hiraeth (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book I

Chapter Eighty

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I chugged down the whole bottle of water gratefully, feeling as the liquid cured my sore and dry throat instantly. Jameson noticed my eagerness and laughed as I frantically gasped for air after gulping the water down.

Taking no notice of this, the nurse walked in as I grinned at Jameson. I placed the empty bottle of water, that Jameson had purchased from a vending machine, down on the small bedside table next to me. I tried to act calm, but inside I was freaking out.

Factor of my freaking out number one: Jameson had believed my lie. Not only had I decided to go on a possible suicide mission on my own, but I had covered it up. The worst thing? Jameson believed it. What on earth would he think of himself when the truth got out? What would he think of me?

Factor of my freaking out number two: Angela. When the door handle had squeaked a few seconds ago, alerting me that I was about to be aided by a nurse, I expected Angela to walk through the door, to make a joke about how I'd always end up in the hospital. She didn't turn up. Hence; freak out.

The nurse did a checkup on me, since Jameson had insisted I do so, furthermore proving that he probably didn't believe my concussion lie. She set me free with good vitals, telling me I probably had a minor concussion, to which I refrained from responding by telling her that I probably had more than just a minor concussion. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I had minor vein explosions.

Nonetheless, Jameson and I were stealthily making our way down the corridor to our dorm, and I felt as his gaze fell on me for probably the twentieth time. Again, I began to wonder just how smart Jameson was; he was quite evidently doubting what I said was true, but how far could he see through my lies? Maybe he just thought I was telling him the basics, that maybe I didn't want to worry him. Or maybe he's already sussed you out and has a lie detector waiting in the dorm.

I nearly rolled my eyes at that small nagging voice at the back of my mind, the one that always seems to narrate my life. I didn't have time to think deeper into the lie detector assumption, because we had reached our room—and I nearly walked into the door.

Jameson didn't appear to notice my sudden affection to the door as he pushed the key into the keyhole. As soon as we got in, Jameson's rambling started. *Sigh*

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked for the millionth time and I nodded along absentmindedly. "You aren't lying are you?" Jameson then proceeded to ask. Yes, yes, I am. I shook my head.

Jameson continued talking about how I should've ran faster, or how he shouldn't have left me alone. Just as he began to complain about how we should even out the ground outside to make it easier to run across, I decided that I'd had enough.

Still quite close to him, I slammed my lips into his, immediately falling back into my earlier temptation. Again, it was as if we'd perfected a synchronised swimming routine, expect with no water—and more clothes. Our lips happily moulded together as I happily moulded myself into Jameson.

I can't lie; even though I was trying to use the kiss to shut him up, I was thoroughly enjoying myself. My whole body heated up, as if I had dancing flames inside of me, as shocks of electricity surged through my veins. It wasn't just fireworks, it was an explosion. Everything around us set alight as the room heated up as we continued in our very bittersweet and short kiss.

As I began to run out of oxygen to survive on, I regretfully pulled away and patted Jameson on the chest. I looked and sounded calm and collected as I spoke, but I certainly wasn't. "Shut up." I told him before turning around and walking away.