◇The Hybrid◆

chapter 44

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... just a small heads up.. there is A LOT of switching between point of views, so be ready for that. it might get a little confusing from jumping back and forth but by the end of the chapter you should be able to understand most of it.. if not it will most likely explain it in the next chapter. and trust me.. you WILL be wanting more. ;) 

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after tossing and turning for endless hours, thinking about what they said.. but one voice sticking in my mind.

the one voice that derails all my other reasonable thoughts.

before I know what I'm doing, I jump out of bed and run to the door. raising my hand to meet the door handle, my fingers fumble with it and turn to jello.

I groan and wrap both hands on the handle, using my wrists to turn it and then kick the door open.

I run as fast as I can to his room, banging my fists on the door. 

when he doesn't answer right away i sigh and lean my head on the door. it was about 3 in the morning..he's just asleep. i should come back in the morning..

wait. no. this is a terrible idea.

i should go.. 

i shake my head and turn to walk back to my room but when i take a step away, the door opens to reveal a very sleepy boy who looks absolutely.. no don't say it. 

oh god. 

his hair was sticking up in all different directions, his eyes dark from not being fully awake yet. shirtless, his abs rock hard. his black sweats hanging loosely on his hips, being a little low and showing his V line. i shuttered.

he rubbed his tired eyes with the back of his hand, then gripped the edge of the door and leaned on it. 

"layla? what are you-"

i cut him off by doing something that even surprised myself..

i kissed him. passionately. i kissed him like i did when i first came here.. or when i first thought i loved him. 

although he was tired, his hands gripped my hips rather harshly as he pushed me back. looking me sternly in the eyes with an eyebrow raised. "are you okay?.."

"yes" i said breathlessly, looking at his lips. "you were right..you were always right. you never gave up on thinking i still had feelings for you..you always-"

he cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine, pulling away shortly after. "stop talking.. you're making yourself look desperate" 

he looks at me blankly before harshly pushing me away from him by at least five steps back. "go back to your room and sleep" he waves me off and pushes the door shut. 

my eyes widen and my eyebrows pull together. unable to hold my weight any longer, my back slams into the wal behind me and i slide down it, unaware of the emotionless tears rolling down my cheeks. 

i should be angry, or sad.. or even furious! 

but there's something inside of me telling me to be emotionless, to not let any emotion in. but then there's another part that's saying to be angry and just break things.. then there's something saying to let it all out and just cry the pain away. 

i let out a loud sob and tug at my hair, covering my face with my hands and hair. i wipe at the blank tears and squeeze my eyes shut, then moving my hair away from my eyes i quickly open them and heave myself up. a sudden rush of energy surging through my veins and i push myself up off the ground, rushing back to my room.