The Woman of War

Ten

Single by The Neighbourhood

"  I don't know if we should be alone together

I still got a crush, that's obvious

If nobody's around, what's stopping us?

Everywhere we go I show whatever

I don't ever mind sharing oxygen

I just want to get lost inside your lungs "

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Ashton's POV

After I caught Bella before she passed out in the hallway, I carried her to the farthest biology classroom that was vacant as I placed her down gently on the cleared black top lab table. Once her head was down, I took a step back as I scanned over her. 

With her eyes closed and her permanent devious smile melting away, as she looked almost peaceful. Her smirk may have been gone, but her closed eyes carried their heaviness while her eyebrow bones were making a furious-yet-curious emotion. Her head was laying almost on her right shoulder as her brunette hair was spreading out across her face. Bella was laying on her back as her legs were dangling off the table. Pulling up the rolly chair next to the desk, I watched over her.

Up and down her chest moved as her breathes were getting deeper and deeper almost every minute. My elbow was resting right above her shoulder, as I was staring at intently at her. Watching every move. 

God, I'm such a creep.

As my bored hands began to fiddle, I moved the hair that was covering her face behind her ear as she seemed to nuzzle into the touch of my hand. Half-smiling at the action, I left my hand behind her ear as I was playing with her hair that rested behind. Looking up and down her body again, as I noticed as the three gold and black necklaces she wore were laying off to the left side as the cotton of her green sweater were hang baggily off her body while her jean jacket was almost halfway off. Her black jeaned legs that were hanging off the desk were now bent up now on the desk, as I saw her skin through the rips. She shifted as I heard her make a slight laughing noise as she shifted her body towards the right.

As she was growing my comfortable, I whispered to myself "What is going on inside that pretty little head of yours, princess?"

As my thumb was pushing the hair behind her ear, my phone started ringing. Shooting up out of my chair, I went to the farthest corner of the classroom as I looked down to see Halle calling me. Picking up on the second ring with a frustrated sigh, "What do you want, Warner?"

"What do I usually want when I call you, Spencer?" Her sarcasm rang through my ears like a fire alarm.

"My love and respect for this arrangement we have? Or lack of it?" My answer was more spitful than intended.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny. You know what I want. Meet me in the usual spot?" Her sarcasm turned into flirting within one word.

Sighing, as I looked back to see Bella begin to toss a little on the desk as I could sense her discomfort, as my eyes never leaving Bella, "I'm busy. We will talk about this later," as I hung up without hearing her argument.