C H A P T E R 6
"Walk in the streets with you in your worn out jeans,
I can't help thinking this is how it out to be
Laughing in the park bench thinking to myself, “hey isn't this easy?”"
S t i l e s
"What are you reading?" I snap my head up immediately, well, looking at the person who own the voice. The plan of avoiding him this week ends; no looking, no talking, just avoid him. Got ruined. Great Stiles, this is his fault tho. If he did not like showing up all of a sudden.
"Oh, hey, um, derek." This stammering is just stupid of me. I lightly close the books that I've been reading that is all about; How to fall out of love shit.
Derek sat at the end of the bench that is clearly not far, he is fucking too close. Derek, you sucks.
"Um, I, I'm reading this book that is, uh, all about, test? Yeah, test. Just like reviewing, yeah."
He seems satisfied with my answer because he bob his head a little and give a soft hum. Good thing he didn't feel I'm lying.
Some times, I am lucky, some times not a good luck person. So, I'll count this as a lucky moment.
A sudden curiosity hits me, and slowly, I started to check his outfit. He usually wear black jeans, grayish shirt and this black jacket of him, but now he didn't. He's wearing a V-neck white shirt with a brownish work out jeans. God, fucking hot.
Easy, boy. I try to stop myself staring too long, but my eyes can't do it. And it continuously trails down to his muscled arms that shows he is a fitted man who didn't forget to work out. Down to his chest, to his crotch. Fuck Stiles.
I feel the sudden rush of heat in my stomach and I quickly took my eyes off of him. What the hell I am doing? What if he caught me? He will think I'm some kind of horny ass dog who can't take control of his own hormones and eyes. Bitch.
I shifted in my seat, and suddenly feel like, i need fresh air.
"I see, the reason why you're busy." I feel my heart beats rapidly when he said that, why though it sounded double meaning? Or it's just me?
Just being close to him, like this can make me feel uneasy. Especially we are alone. Just the two of us. God, why are you doing this to me?
YOU ARE READING
NBWM
Teen Fiction"A robin to a batman, a spider man to an avenger. A sidekick, that is all I am. Doesn't mean, I have a 'strong' persona, I already deserve to be hurt." Where Stiles ability, skill, and talent is to hide something that's goddamn hurting his fucking h...
