Make Me Forget✔

F O U R T E E N

Song Of The Chapter: Teenage dream- Boyce Avenue (Cover)

Anastasia's POV_

You have no idea how fast I picked up an outfit the second we hung up our phones.

Funny how he clearly stated that he needs me for nothing other than his physical desires, yet I chose to go, only so I can feel the same way I felt a week ago.

I didn't bother telling neither of my best friends about this, because I knew if I did, they're going to pick on me like they did last time, so I got ready on my own, and took off on my own.

It's weird how he literally didn't want to wait until later tonight so I could properly get ready, not that I'm complaining, because I'm loving all this lustful detachment that might be mutual at this point.

I mean, it's good to know that I got him stuck on me somehow, even if it was for a couple of hours, because that's all I need out of him.

When I finally got there, I didn't think I'm going to see what I saw.

I didn't expect such a greeting... I didn't expect him to be the way he's being.

My heart scattered as I knocked on his front door, fixing my hair through the process, to make sure I look as decent as possible, before I saw the door unlocking from in front of me, exposing the only guy I've been thinking about for the past few days.

Yes, I saw Conor, but he wasn't the Conor I expected to see... he wasn't the guy I wanted to see.

Red eyes, really deep red eyes, as if he's been crying for centuries non stop, the smell of the drinks he had filling my lungs the second we were opposite to one another, freezing me in my place, not knowing how to react to the view ahead of me.

"Hey." He finally spoke, rubbing his bloodshot eyes as he stepped away for me to get in.

"Are you okay?!" I panicked, my hands holding his face to force his eyes to look into mine, my eyes afraid to look in his eyes, yet afraid to look away.

Because he didn't seem okay... he didn't seem okay at all, and I started wondering on how he sounded so casual when he called me just about an hour ago, and now I come here to this.

"I'm fine." He looked down, tearing our eye contact, making me come closer to him, my hands passing against his neck as I tried comforting him.

"You don't seem ok-" I wanted him to talk to me, I wanted to know what made him cry this hard, but of course, he's not going to spill his heart out to the girl he fucks with.

"I said I'm fine!" He yelled, stopping me from even thinking about starting a conversation regarding this subject.

"Okay, you're fine." I surrendered, sighing before deciding to ignore the tears forming in his eyes. "Come here." I said, bringing his face to mine, before planting a kiss on his lips, one that ignited a fire in me so unexpectedly, my hands wrapping around him to keep him close to me, and try calming him down, but from the way I felt it, his heart was beating faster as every second passes through the kiss, and I was happy to feel his hands holding onto my waist again, pressing me against him, my lips enjoying the beautiful taste of his lips for a few minutes, before I pulled away, wiping my lip gloss off of his amazingly full lips.

"Do you want to do this?" He asked, calming down the second his eyes met mine again.

I could sense deep pain in his looks, even after he calmed down, I could still see secrets in his dreamy blue eyes, getting me to worry, even though I knew I shouldn't interfere in what's going on in his life, I still felt like I needed to know what's hurting him this bad.