BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 40

... I'll be going back and forth in this chapter....

And I've realized I keep saying tap that yellow star instead of "Orange"😂😂😂 I'm not colorblind y'all...

Enjoy💛

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I keep glancing at the time. Two hours and still no Tray. If this is how people feel when they get stood up, then it sucks!

"Are you going to be alright?" Polly whispers next to me, her eyes darting back at Max who's waiting patiently for her to return. But here she is, being the overly-friendly friend and sacrificing her good time with her boyfriend.

I smile, "I'll be fine... go enjoy your boyfriend,"

She gives me a parting smile and walks over to Max. A band is singing up on the stage and a few students are dancing swiftly.

That's when I see him. He's standing tall, in a suit and a bowtie. My mouth falls open and he raises his hand up for wave. My stomach is fluttering but the butterflies are happy. He's finally here, Tray is HERE.

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TRAY

" Tray?" I read Hal's lips and watch as she pushes herself through the crowd of students and somehow shove some girls out of the way. She looks so fucking beautiful, her skin is glowing and her eyes are bright. She literally jumps on my chest and I stagger back a little from the force.

" You came." She says and I laugh, inhailing her hair.

" Of course. I couldn't miss it for anything."

I rub her back then place my hands on her waist. I lean in for a kiss but she gives me her cheek instead.

" Uh-uh, I got lipstick on." She says.

" You look so pretty." I tell her, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear. Then she looks me up and down.

" A tux?"

" Yeah, you don't like it?"

" I thought you said you don't own one?"

I lean in and whisper, " I lied."

She laughs and drags me to her friends.

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" I really want to kiss you." Tray says and squeeze my waist. He's been a pain in the ass for the last twenty minutes.

" Lipstick remember?" I tease him and sip my juice.

Ken and Gabby are dancing with the other students while Polly and Max are no where to be seen. Tray grabs another drink from the cooler and sips it.

The music on the speaker changes to a soft tempoed rhythm, followed by a sweet voice that makes the night more peaceful. I can't place who's singing but they sound beautiful together.

" Mi' Lady," Tray says and opens his palm. " Can I have this dance?"

I chuckle and place my hand on his. We walk on the stage, my hands on his shoulders, his on my waist. Despite me wearing wedges, Tray is still tall. Our eyes lock and he smiles, pressing me hard on his chest.

" I love this dress." He says in a soft voice and licks his lips.

" I bought it because I knew you'll like it."

I smile and turn around, swaying slowly.

" One kiss baby...." He pouts.

I grip his hand and walk outside the hall. We turn to a hidden corner and he pulls me into the purple-black shadows of the empty classes. Our mouths crush against each other. My hands rake through his hair, tugging him closer. He backs me against the wall, our lips are still touching as we laugh.

He pushes his entire figure against mine, using his hips to press me against the wall. It doesn't matter how much fabric is between us, the solid strength of his body against mine is electric. Charged. And then our arms are enveloping and our fingers are digging and our mouths are searching and our bodies find this lock.

Our tongues taste salty from my lipstick. I'm sure his lips are smeared with it.

The space between us is hot and sweet. His scent makes me ravenous. He kisses my neck in a downward trail and I moan, digging my fingers deep in his curly hair. His fingers give me goosebumps as he runs them on my back and down to my spine.

I'm weak, my knees are weak!

Tray breaks away, his eyes wild. "We have to stop. If we don't stop now . . ."

"I know." Even though all I want to do is keep going.

He wraps his arms around me. He holds me until our hearts stop pounding so furiously. He holds me until we can breathe again.

Then he whispers, " I love you."

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