Him & I

Chapter 18.

Hazel's POV:

"I," I stammer. "I made you tea," I lie. I don't want him to know I heard his conversation. I hope he won't assume.

He scowls. "Tea? Why?"

"You were drunk I thought maybe you'd need it," I try my best to cover up.

He rolls his eyes wanting me to toss this hot cup of tea on his face. "I don't drink tea," he says and closes the door on my face.

I sigh in exasperation. 

I sit on the bed. What do I do? If he will ruin some girl's life I can't let him do it. I can't talk to him about it either. I should stop messing with him. What if he tries to do it with me too? I shake this thought of my head.

He probably has the pictures on his phones. I take a sip the tea. He was talking to Corbyn meaning Corbyn has the pictures too. I don't know how many people know about it and who else has the pictures, hell I don't even know what pictures are they.

What if I get into his phone after he sleeps? I take another sip thoughtfully. It is a risk. If he wakes up, I am dead and if he locks his bedroom door, the plan is dead.

Should I talk to Corbyn? Will he listen? He is Jonah's best friend. If he tells Jonah? He seems nice, I can try. I have to.

I pick up my phone still not sure. I text Ava to send me Corbyn's number since I don't have it. She asked me the reason, but I told her, I'll tell her tomorrow.

Hesitant I call Corbyn, he picks it up on the third ring. "Hello," he says in a sleepy voice,

"Hello, it's Hazel."

"Hazel, is everything okay?" he asks.

"Are you drunk?" I ask. There is no use of talking to him if he is. He doesn't sound drunk.

"No, why?" I let out a laugh.

"uhh, Corbyn I heard what you and Jonah were talking about on the phone a while ago," I blurt out.

"Oh," he says.

I sigh. "Look Corbyn it is wrong," I tell him.

"I know Hazel. I tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen," so I was right.

"You are his friend. Who took the pictures? Why did you even agree on it knowing how pathetic this is? I don't know whose sisters she is but you can't do it with anyone. Not just because her brother is an asshole," I feel the rage building inside of me.

"What?" Corbyn says in a puzzled voice. Oh, my god it isn't what I think it is. Shit.

"What?" I ask I can feel my face heat up in embarrassment.

"She is Jack's girlfriend. Not sister," he says.

"Oh," I still feel embarrassed. "but how did you take the pictures?"

"She was drunk,"

"This is so wrong," I whisper. "Who else has the pictures?"

"Only me and Jonah. I know Hazel it is wrong but now he has the pictures. He won't delete them for anyone,"

"You delete the pictures you have, leave Jonah's on me and don't tell him I did it," I say confidently.

"I don't know what you will do but okay." He says.

"Before you end the call, do you know Jonah's password?" I ask him. Yes, my plan is to get into his phone and delete the pictures.

"Oh, so you will get into his phone. Nice. No, I don't know the password but you don't worry he has the fingerprints thingy on his phone," he tells me.

"Okay, but do you think he'd be asleep by now?" I ask him. It sounds easy, but I am scared as hell. If in any possible way he finds out, I am dead.

"Probably yes because he was drunk,"

"Ok then, bye and thank you," I end the call.

Sighing, I go out of my room, praying he is sleeping, and the door is not locked or my plan is already failed.

As I read his room I have several questions. Should I knock on the door in case he is up but what if he wakes up? I decide to get in without knocking.

I slowly move my hand towards the door knock and try to open the door which luckily opens, my heart beating faster than ever. I am still having second thoughts about it.

I can feel I am sweating. I sneak my head slightly inside to see Jonah laying in bed with duvet over him. He is definitely asleep. And thank goodness he changed, even thinking about someone sleeping in jeans makes me uncomfortable.

The room is dark so I am not sure which side he is facing. I move further in and use my phone to see his phone placed on the bedside table. I sigh to see it there.

I see down towards him and quietly shriek to see his head, facing me, his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully. Though I have never noticed him closely and I have always seen him with a scowl, he looks soft and beautiful while sleeping, my heart urging to touch his face but too afraid and I still hate him.

I move my gaze towards his hand which is peaking outside the duvet. I move my hands towards his, cautiously knowing even a small mistake can lead to disaster.

I touch his hand and again look towards his face for a second to see making sure I didn't wake him up.

I move the phone towards his thumb and place it on the phone's button and the phone unlocks instantly. I let out a smile of relief.

I quickly open the gallery to see the pictures and they are there. A girl in the most vulnerable state one can be with a guy whose face isn't visible but by the hair, I can tell its Jonah. How can some be so cruel and heartless to do it?

Controlling my emotions I quickly delete the pictures and double-check the delete folder to make sure they are deleted. When done, I turn off the phone and place it back but at that instant my phone buzzes and my heart flips. "Shit," I mumble under the breath and lay down on the floor right next to the bed as I hear the movement in the bed.

I can see Jonah stretched his arm towards the phone, checks it out and places it back and I can again feel the movement, my breath caught up in my throat.