Hurricane

26: Girlfriend?

So guys, I know this book is marked as MATURE, but some people are probably wondering where is mature parts are...well... It coming. Like starting now. HEHE. I just needed to build up their story first. Patience is the virtue. *wink*

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Hayden's POV

I felt like throwing my phone across the window at 5:00 AM in the morning.

At the most random time, freaking 4:30 AM in the morning, I got a text from Astro. He sent me a post from Ethan's social media where he posted selfies with Abigail, with a caption, "You're the best part of this day."

Freaking Ethan. I don't know him that well, but I can see why Abigail would ever have more than friendly feelings for him. He's a smooth talker.

I'm gripping my phone so hard, if it was an apple it would have been juiced already.

I've been staring at this picture for half an hour. Specifically the way Abigail looks so happy, with her wide smile, and curly hair all over her shoulder. Chocolate frosting on her cheeks and fingers, making me want to lick it off of her–

Whoa.

Down Boy.

Great. Now looking at this picture isn't the only thing that's hard.

I finally, put my phone down but I don't get a wink of sleep.

I try to forcefully close my eyes. But, my mind wanders to her. Her laughter. Her soft hair wrapped around my fingers. Her kisses. Her warmth. Her–

I quickly get up, deciding, sleep is not going to work.

I need cold shower.

Abigail"s POV

I walk to my locker with sleepy eyes. I'm so tired. I stayed up for so long yesterday, I don't know when I passed out or where. Last thing I remember is I was at Ethan's place.

I yawn and rub my eyes. I didn't even have time to properly comb my hair after taking shower in the morning. I hate morning shower but I had to take it because I was filled with chocolate all over. I had a test in the first class which is why I left Ethan to come early to college. I'm sure he'll understand.

I put my textbook in my locker and grab my art notebook. Once I was walking through the hallways again, a hand pulls me in to an empty classroom. Did anybody see that? If they did, they surely didn't react whatsoever.

"Who the hell do you think you ar–" Hayden's lips crashes into mine before I can even think about who grabbed me. I'm too much in a shock to react. My notebook slips from my hand on the floor. He picks me up and pins me into the wall next to the door so no one can see us. Not that it's really on my mind who sees us.

His soft lip roughly run over mine, like he hasn't seen me for weeks and not just a day. His lips travel to my jaw, down to my neck and my knee literally quivers. I gasp as I try to move clear my head so I can make sure whether this is actually happening. What is even happening?

"Wh–Hayden," My voice comes out shakily. His head lifts up and his heated gaze meets mine.

He doesn't take his hands off when he says, "I have something to ask you–"

"Hayden–I don't have time for thi–" I try to place my hands on his chest to push him away but he grabs them quickly.

"Just listen, would you?" I try to push myself off the wall only to get pushed back by him.