"What are you doing to me Matilda?" Riley whispers, resting his large, soft hand carefully upon my cheek, rubbing circles around my dimple and back up higher near my cheek bone. His action left tingles running over my face, igniting some sort of fla...
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'I fell in love with the way you touched me without even using your hands'
Matilda Unluckily, school came quickly after the short lived weekend. Most of the weekend was spent in my bedroom watching The Vampire Diaries. I seriously couldn't be bothered doing anything else. I can't complain anyway, seeing Paul Wesley for 6 hours that day was like falling from heaven.
Vanessa told me she would call me if they went out to the mall but she didn't end up calling me and went with all the others instead.
I can't blame them for leaving me out, I mean most of the time I decline their offers, so why would they keep asking if they already knew the answer was going to be no?
Walking through the school gates for another week of absolute hell is as exciting as watching a cow eat grass.
As per usual i'm going to focus on getting through this week drama free, which is highly unlikely but we can all dream can't we?
As I sat down waiting for my first class to begin, I looked out the far side window. It's nearly winter here and the girls are still wearing short skirts and shorts with singlets to show off their boobs. I would usually be doing that as well but after my talk with Riley the other night I decided I would start doing things for myself and forget about what people think of me.
Today is a cold day, the coldest we have had this year and for the first time in a long time I put on something that wasn't so appealing for the boys.
I didn't look bad either but wearing a jumper with a pair of old jeans is probably frowned upon for a popular. But just for today, I'm not going to care.
I know that Vanessa and Emma won't be happy about my dressing choices for today but they will have to get over it.
I'll just tell them that i'm cold and I couldn't care less if the boys can't see my boobs.
I may change my words just a tad, but you get the point.
As my first class finally started I was still looking out the window, not because I didn't want to listen to my teacher but because something all of a sudden caught my eye and it was something I have been trying to desperately forget over the weekend.
Riley Waters just won't get out of my head. Even as I was watching Stefan Salvatore and his oh so fine body, another thing was always on my mind- my night with Riley.
After he took me home and I thanked him for driving me home and buying me food, which was really awkward may I add, I just couldn't sleep. My whole night consisted of me tossing and turning in my bed with random thoughts about Riley.
From the way he looked at me to the feeling of his soft, feather light touch.
He was starting to drive me crazy.
He just wouldn't leave my mind. No matter what I tried to do, his brown eyes just kept popping up inside my head.
I even compared his hair to Stefan's!
Riley locked his car and walked along the footpath.
For the first time, I really looked at him. His hair was ruffled all over the place, his white shirt was wrinkled and so were his dark blue, skinny jeans. His walk was unsettled and even from a distance I could see that he was worn out.
I guess I wasn't the only one in need of some sleep.
Even though he looked like he'd just been to hell, he still looked damn fine. Curse him and his good looks.
I mean I have to put a lot of effort into trying to be presentable and all he has to do is put on anything, spray some cologne and he has everyone worshipping his feet. Lucky bastard.
He wasn't outside anymore but I still couldn't look from the window. Riley drove his Mustang to school today and I couldn't help but admire it. What a fine piece of metal it was. I would do almost anything to drive in that car again. It was something I would never forget. It was a beautiful car and I couldn't help but feel jealous of Riley for being the owner of it.
As I was literally awing over the car outside, I didn't notice Riley walk inside the classroom and take a seat beside me until I felt a pencil being stabbed into my back.
I jolted around so fast and snapped the pencil that it could have been a record.
I was surprised that he even remembered who I was. What was he doing sitting with me? I mean I was just a girl who he took home from a party, I bet he's done that with plenty of girls. He's a good looking guy so of course he would have taken girls home, I bet he does it all the time. Maybe even some didn't make it back home but into his bed.
I started to think maybe i'm delusional and he's not even there.
Why am I overthinking everything?
I really am going crazy.
"I'm not sleeping am I?" I questioned.
Riley smirked, "No your not sleeping, but it's nice to know i'm in your dreams."
I didn't even smile. What on earth is going on? I mean last week I was so afraid of him that I was literally running away from him and now he's talking to me like i've known him for years and we are absolute best buds who walk up to each and do the whole 'man hug slap' and then spit on our hands and do our famous handshake, fist pump.
After not replying, Riley turned around and focused on the teacher.
I was surprised for a lot of reasons. One Riley was sitting next to me, two he remembers who I am and three he thinks he's in my dream.
Pfft whatever helps him sleep at night.
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