The Boy with Bad Habits

Chapter 57

Willow's POV~

The sky showered lightly, the rain pelted my grey and blue wind breaker. I didn't know if Ryan had come by at all the day before or not. Something grim told me Lydia might've not allowed him to come by due to her not wanting to put up with him. Especially since my living arrangements at that moment were not with Lydia, I missed him beyond words.

My vans were stuck, the effort to avoid deep puddles was redundant. No use since the rain began to fall around midnight and hadn't discontinued.

Everyone had already huddled beneath the small shed Meadow Hills tried supplying to the students waiting for the bus. Unfortunately, only three students could tightly fight in out of ten or so. I noticed up ahead those same broad shoulders and unsettling height.

His posture was slumped and he looked toward the ground ignoring everyone's presence. That day, he wasn't wearing a jacket, just a black, heavily soaked long sleeved shirt and plain blue jeans. They were darker given the obvious moisture.

A knot started to form in my abdomen. He had to have been just a little cold. But he had been ignoring me for exactly two weeks and I was befuddled on why.

The muscles in his back were evident and my breath hitched due to such relentless masculinity. His stance was tense, a dire need to go and ease the strain on him crossed my mind.

No Willow, where is this coming from?

An intense lap of my hormones I suppose. Furthermore, Ace looked like an adonis and straight out of a Calvin Klein magazine. What troubled me was how daunted his demeanor was. It still puzzled me how a guy with looks such as his even associated with me. He had irresistibly striking features that I could never bat an eyelash at. I had felt a wicked feeling low in my stomach that was unfamiliar. A dark thought grew in my mind of how much I wanted to observe him even more with my hands.

Bad Willow.

The bus arrived just in time and the mission was to plant myself right next to Ace and accquire some type of explanation. Even though I didn't want it to, his behavior towards me weighed heavily on my heart.

As everyone loaded on to the bus, I was glad to finally remove my hood. Strands of my waist length hair escaped some, much to my disapproval.

There were a few seats left empty. So when Ace conveniently sat in one of them, a triumphant grin formed on my face. His hair was wet and spiked attractively. I also noticed a slightly thick beard on his face. It made him look a bit older—twenty or so. All the more, he was drool worthy and only added on to his already desireable aesthetic.

Focus Willow.

Without a doubt I missed him over Thanksgiving break and when I saw him, all I wanted to do was embrace him in a bear hug. So I could ease my sore heart and anxiety over when we'd see eachother again.

The smile that graced my lips fell instantly when Ace glanced in my direction, catching on to my intent, and plopped his book bag in the seat. It wasn't the one I had given him which also saddened me more than it should've.

Clearing my throat and quickly scurrying to my seat, a stinging thought came to mind. Is he starting to realize how much of a burden I am? Does he see the girl I see in the mirror everyday? Did he start believing the rumors and not want to associate with someone who had loads of baggage already?

As the rain started pouring down the window, it added to an almost instant decrease in my mood. Maybe I wouldn't get my answers after all...