Craving (h.g)

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Hayes

After the exchange of hello's, I walked away.

A MONTH LATER

It's been a month since the outbreak.

I brushed it off. I usually would hide in my room for weeks, curled in bed. Tears running down my face,

But this time it's different.

I'm in p.e. We are playing football. I've been good when I was younger. But when I hit the "biggest nerd in school" title, I gave up on that dream.

As usual. I stand in the corner and nobody dares pass me the ball.

But Brad throws me the ball and I almost drop it but I run, but get tackled by Jimmy.

(Brad's annoying friend)

He knocks the wind out of me.

"Someone get Grier his inhaler." The teacher says shaking his head in disappointment.

Brad gets me my inhaler.

Odd. But I can't fucking breathe. So I don't really care who brings it.

"Hey buddy." He says as I pump air into my lungs.

"Um, hi." I say grabbing my glasses off the grass.

"Sorry about that. I thought maybe you'd have this secret talent." He says laughing as he playfully punching my arm.

"Haha." I fake.

"Hey baby girl." Brad says. I look up as that phrase catches my attention.

Layla comes to him as he pulls her into a kiss.

They start talking.

I get up and think, "They're on again?"

I heard they took a break after he nearly killed me.

I guess they needed each other.

If I was him, I would've needed her too.

I mean look at her.

Sweet, kind, and extremely beautiful.

I had a crush on her back in 7th grade. But that went no where.

Why would someone like her, want someone like me?

Layla

Brad and I decided to try again.

He "couldn't live without me".

I see him in p.e. Damn.

I see him talking to Hayes and I run over. I don't want him near Hayes.

Just as a precaution.

"Hey baby girl." He says as he kisses me.
I see Hayes in the corner of my eye looking at the ground.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Nothing. Poor kid can't catch a ball." Brad says adding a chuckle.

"Who tackled him?" I ask with curiosity.

"Jimmy." He says following my eye.

"What? Do you have feelings for the little prick?" He says causing me to break my stare.

"Baby, no. I just don't want what happened last time, to happen again." I state.

He nods. "I'm sorry I said that." He says rubbing my arm. I kiss him as forgiveness.

"I need to go, I'll pick you up later?" He says.

"Um, no. I'll walk. The weather is nice." I say looking around. I admire the weather.

"Alright, whatever my princess wants. I love you." As he says that he kisses my forehead.

"I love you more." I say as he kisses my lips after.

Hayes

I see them kiss again and again. I look away before I make eye contact.

6th period rolls around.

I have her in that class.

I have her in most of my classes.

1st, 2nd, 4th, 6th, and 7th.

As I think that, Layla sits in her seat.

Which is next to mine. She takes out her stuff and looks at the board.

Her pen moves quickly on the notebook paper.

Nice and neat writing.

I admire the small things.

The way she writes, the way she puts down her pen to switch pages.

"Hey." She says catching my stare.

"Oh. Hi." I say looking at my own paper.

"How are you?" She asks.

"G-good." I stutter.

"That's great. I'm glad." She says looking at me.

I nod and catch up on my notes.

7th period.

It's art.

I sit besides Layla.

I sit by her in like every class. She's the only one who's nice to me.

She puts up her canvas and dips her brush into the blue paint.

I look at her hand and the way she makes magic appear out of that brush.

The way her eyes look frantic and the way her lips stay steady and plump.

"You like?" She asks.

"Um y-yes. I really do it's n-nice." I spat out.

"Thank you, I like it too." She says looking at the painting.

Am I starting to like her?

No please.

Her boyfriend would kill me if he found out.

Shit.

I'll be dead by the end of sophomore year.

Hey, I'm sorry I didn't update for like 3 days. I just want this to be good and I kept trying different shit. This worked. It might be boring but I needed this part out of the way. New update today or tomorrow night! -dmc ♥️