Blinded by Perfection

42- Tick Tock (Noah's POV)

Chapter 42 | Tick Tock (Noah's POV)

Hey guys! Finals are coming up next week, and I'm so nervous!! Also, shout out to Heart_of_Dandelions for helping me out on this chapter! Go check her out!

IMPORTANT- This chapter is all Noah's point of view.

This is going to be different for me, but I'm trying my best!
Qotc is who's your favorite character from this book?

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My hands are in her silky brown hair, pulling it back towards the Janitors Closet door. I push her up against its unwavering structute while her warm, demanding lips brutally fight along with mine.

The image of her gleaming brunette hair wavers as she pulls away from my embrace. It flickers between two colors like a holographic picture from ash brown and raven black before the true version of her begins to unravel in front of my eyes. Her hair shortens beneath my fingers, her small nose morphs into a bony one, and the passion hidden in the depths of her blue eyes becomes prominent.

I've always noticed, Victoria's eyes are almost identical to Kirsten's in color, but not in what hides behind the beautiful shade. Kirsten's are more open and curious while Victoria usually has ones that are more reserved and judgeful.

That being said, I try to only look at their surface, just so I can attempt to maintain what's left of the illusion my brain is contorting so the person in front of me isn't the person in front of me.

No, stop it. She isn't yours now.

She never was to begin with. I need to stop doing this anyway, it's plain wrong. Victoria isn't Kirsten and never will be. Won't even come close. And yet, my mind thinks different, constantly shaping Victoria into something's she not. It's fun while it lasts, but when it ends it's been leaving me disappointed after every hook up.

Thankfully but also to my dismay, Victoria's voice shatters the faux mirage my brain attempts of reform of Kirsten for good. "I almost forgot. I need to call someone really quick," she informs, whilst patting my cheek. I hate when she does that because it makes me feel like a little kid, but I don't bother telling her again. I've told her to stop a billion times, but it never gets through that thick skull of hers.

I grunt my response with little conviction. I feel quite irritated at the moment, thanks to her. But then again, no one can surpass Axel's ability to get me ten notches above severely irritated.

Victoria walks deeper into the closet so I steal her spot by the door, letting my weight lean against it as I wait for her to call whoever she needs to call. She quickly reaches behind her and pulls her phone out of her back pocket ―though her pants are so tight I'm surprised it fits in there― and hurriedly types in a number. Her manicured nails emit clicking noises as she taps on the surface.

The dial tone soon becomes the loudest sound in the room, so it's impossible not to hear. Nevertheless, I still try and give her privacy by attempting not to eavesdrop.

"Hey Vicky," greets a low toned, patrilineal voice.

Instantly my suspicions go on alert. No one has ever called her by that sort of nickname. The masculine voice doesn't seem familiar to me either.

After that, the idea of not eavesdropping on her conversation is thrown out of the window. The odd behavior immediately gets all of my interest, and therefore my grey eyes intently train on her while my ears tune into what's happening.