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                                       willow

"Okay, last question," I said popping a peanut M&M in my mouth. 

"Found the answer," Henry said passing me the heavy history textbook. His finger pointed at the paragraph and I typed in the answer. 

I saved my document and sent it in. I closed my computer sighing, and leaned back into my comfy couch. I looked over to my left to take a peak at Henry. His hair was sexily disheveled and his tired, chocolate eyes were making a tiny part of my heart melt.  

"Henry, thank you so much," I gently said. I took a glance at my glass coffee table covered in all kind of snacks and the melted, cherry slushies. 

"Anything for you Willow Grey," he casually said, leaning into the couch as well. 

I blushed slightly and looked up at the clock on the wall. It read, 2:04. 

"Sorry for making you stay late," I sincerely said. I reached for the back of my ear and played with my earring (a bad nervous habit that I can't get rid of). 

"You didn't make me do anything," he sighed and looked deeply into my eyes, "You're the only person I would do this for."

I blew some air out of my mouth, "Not even for some of your girlfriends?"

He tensed up a bit  and scooted an inch away from me, "They don't matter to me."

My head bowed down making me look at my lap, "They should mean something to you. They have feelings too."

I don't know why I was being so difficult on him, but it was kind of a reassurance. If I was being completely honest, I don't think that Henry is gonna go away anytime soon. Even though I would prefer not, a big part of my heart was telling me that I wanted him closer.  I didn't want him to leave, I wanted him to hug me and kiss me. 

Kiss me?

Am I falling for Henry Watson? Argh, I can't. I'm just gonna be another fool that 'fell for his game'. But maybe Henry was a game worth playing...

"I know, I fucked up," he ran a hand through his hair, "I guess I just did it for the boys and the rep we have to keep up."

I sat up and crossed my legs, "Why?" 

"I don't know Willow, it's really complicated," he looked up at my ceiling, "I'm a mess."

So the perfect, popular, good-looking, boy turns out to  be fucked up. Not really shocking,  but it hurt to know that he wasn't  happy. I wanted Henry to be happy even though he before wasn't my favorite person. 

"Henry-"

"Willow, I feel like myself when I'm around you," he admitted.

His shoulders relaxed and a deep, a relieving sigh left his mouth. I took the courage to look into his eyes and his brown eyes had so many emotions circling through them that I couldn't tell what he was thinking. 

But I knew what I was thinking. 

I thought that even though I tell myself that I hate him and that sometimes he can be the biggest pain in the ass and he has the biggest ego and cares about his reputation way too much-I like Henry. He cares and he doesn't know how to be happy. He made me feel special  whenever I was around him and even thinking about him made my heart flutter.  

So I did what I knew I should've done. I pressed my hand between him and I. I leaned onto it and I kissed him. 

I was scared he was gonna pull away so I only did it lightly. But a second later, he pressed his lips back to mine. 

The same butterflies, fireworks, and tingles were exploding everywhere. I smiled into the kiss making his tongue slip into my mouth. He closed the gap between us and glided his hand to the back of my neck  while the other gripped my waist. 

I ran my fingers through his hair. I needed to breathe so I pulled away and put my forehead against his. 

"Fuck Willow, why are you making me feel this way?" his words had no air in them but emotion. 

"I don't know what this is Henry but I like it. A lot," I connected our lips together again but this time it was a lot more passionate. We were hungry for each other and it felt like we kissed each other like we were gonna loose each other.

I wrapped my legs around his legs as he picked me up with ease. I dug my face in the crook of his neck, slowly kissing parts of it. 

Soon enough, we were in my room. Henry placed me down on my bed and climbed on top of me, he lowered himself and continued to kiss me. 

His touch made my toes curled and I wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him even closer to me. Hiss kisses trailed down from my lips to my neck, then my collarbone. 

My heart was beating fast the farther and farther he went down. I shut my eyes tight and clutched my fists. I'm not sure why I was nervous but he always made me nervous and the closeness between us wasn't helping. 

Suddenly all the sensations stopped.

"You gonna open your eyes sunshine?" Henry teased.  

I relaxed and opened my really tight eyes, "Sunshine?"

"Yeah cause," he started to sing, "You are my sunshine! My only sunshine! You make-"

I covered my hand over his soft, plump lips, "Please don't-it's to late for this." Even though I was wide awake from his electrifying touches. Henry got off of me and laid on his side, looking at me. 

I turned to my side as well, shutting my eyes as a quick "nap". 

"Get some rest," Henry said pulling the covers over me. 

Through a yawn I asked,  "Are you staying?"

"Mmm," he said. 

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I woke up to the sound of an annoying alarm clock. I groaned and flipped onto my back,  smacking the obnoxious machine off. 

I opened my left eye and saw  that Henry was gone. Huh? I thought he was going to stay. Honestly I already asked him enough by making him stay and help me with homework. 

All of yesterday flashed through my mind and I smiled to myself slightly. Using the happy energy I had, I started getting ready for hell. 

Hell? Oh sorry I meant high school. 

I left the  house wearing light washed blue jeans and a  cropped, black scuba short puff sleeve shirt. I slipped a black belt through the holes.  

I put on Converses and as I was taking a juice out of the fridge my doorbell rang. Who could be at my house at 7:30 in the morning? 

Maybe  Henry forgot something. 

I made my way to the door, and it was not Henry at the door.