Her hand was a few centimetres away from my reach, swaying as though it wanted to be held by me.
So that I could hold it still.
So that I could fix the mess I so stupidly made.
My hand reached out, slowly, carefully, afraid of her reaction.
I knew...
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^^ Maya Addison <3
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About a week later
Hudson's P.O.V.
I was working in my dad's pharmacy today. I worked here on the weekdays and I would work at a football club on weekends. I enjoyed working at the football club, you could say I was a fan of football.
But I took a two week break from work two weeks ago. I told my dad and the owner of the football club who was a good friend of mine that I needed him to give me just one week off. I had been working all year non stop and I was making good money but I wanted to find another job. I loved working at the football club but hated working in my dads pharmacy. Plus, I just needed a break.
Fortunately, I did find a job. I was now working as a security guard at a restaurant out of town from Wednesdays to Fridays. On Wednesdays and Thursdays I was working from five in the evening till twelve at midnight and on Fridays three in the afternoon till nine in the evening.
It was Sunday today, I worked in my dads pharmacy on Sundays only because I felt bad to quit. It was the only time I would really see him and honestly I had nothing better to do anyway. And, I mean, more money for me.
It was five in the afternoon, my dad closed the pharmacy at five on Sundays.
I was sat in my car, thinking of no other than Maya Addison.
Of course.
I hadn't seen her since the day she practically ripped my heart out and told me she 'didn't like me'.
I was too embarrassed to face her again.
Despite my heart forcing me to go to Jackson's house and catch a glance of her, I resisted.
I needed time to recover.
And now I had recovered and I was stronger than ever, ready for her to rip my heart out again.
I was itching to see her.
I wondered what colour her nails were painted.
She would always switch between black, navy blue and a dark shade of red.
Mysterious colours for a mysterious girl.
I had a nervous feeling as I drove to Jackson's house, too distracted to realise that the lights had turned green and I was good to go.
My palms became sweaty as I got to Jackson's house, but disappointment then flooded me as I saw her car wasn't even there.
I was in a way glad she wasn't there, that meant I could save myself from explaining to Jackson why I was there in the first place.
But I was also disappointed that she wasn't there, I had finally built up the courage to see her and it had all gone to waste.
She was probably with that brown haired skinny guy that she was talking to at the park, I sulked.
