Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
nonchalant - 6lack
| crack a beer when I'm feeling pissed |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
friday, 11:02pm

a bright light from outside, lit up the inside of my house causing my head to shoot upwards.

the light continued to work its way down the street, in the same direction that ethan had told me to meet him.

I turned my head in the direction of the old mahogany clock that was ticking on the wall.

it read, 11:02pm.

I turned my attention back towards the front door, inhaling a deep breath of nerves, then exhaling in order to release them.

easily, I pushed myself upwards to stand up from the couch as I slowly began making my way towards the door.

my hand held onto the cold metal, twisting it as quiet as it could possibly be. the door released from the frame, allowing the cool air to hit against my skin.

one by one, each foot stepped out onto the cold concrete that made me regret not putting socks on.

I turned towards the door, twisting its door knob silently as I pulled it towards me to shut it. barely making a single noise, it shut causing a sense of relief to release from my body.

the cold air on my skin sent uncomfortable tension throughout my body, effecting my emotions. my heart rate began to increase from the rush, light breaths leaving my nose.

quickly, I turned on my heel as I started to walk away from my house. I walked onto the soft grass in order to avoid as much of the concrete as possible.

my eyes looked up from where I was stepping, putting my focus onto where ethan had parked.

I squinted my eyes looking at the shadow of his car that was already turned off-one of the doors opened as he hopped out quickly.

even though I couldn't see his details, I could tell by the movements of his figure that he looks absolutely pissed.

his hand grabbed onto the door of his car, slamming it shut as he didn't stop walking towards me.

the closer I got to him, the more I could feel my body craving amount of security that I knew I was about to feel.

once I was close enough to see his facial features, a look of worry was painted over the details of his face.

my body felt rushed because of the pace my heart was beating, wanting to feel my body against his.

my arms tightly wrapped around his waist, holding onto the soft sweatshirt he was wearing. my head buried into his chest, taking in the scent of his cologne.

i could feel his arms wrap around my head, his cheek pressed against the top of my head as if he were protecting me.

my eyes shut taking in the feeling on being in his arms, knowing nothing could happen to me while I'm with him.

it stayed silent between us for a few long moments, but because of how good it felt, I didn't want it to end.

his head moved slightly, "are you okay?" he mumbled softly next to my ear. his lips softly pressed against the skin next to my eye-instantly making my stomach feel light.