Bi-stressed

CHAPTER 71

HARDIN'S POV

"I'll make you forget her. Just let me-" Elaine whispers in my ear, stroking my length and failing to make me hard. I picture her instead of Elaine. I picture her in that glorious white- fuck, I needed a distraction. Thought Elaine would help but she's just getting on my nerves at the moment.

"You're not even a finger of her. You can't do shit to make me forget her!" I spit at her.

"Don't forget why I'm here. I'm here to do just that- to make you forget about her. You said you needed a distraction."

"Guess you're not helping. Infact I don't need your help."

"Hardin, I'm madly in love with you, ever since I saw you, before she even laid her eyes on you. I always wanted you to be mine and now that I have you-"

"What'd you say? Have me?" I laugh, then snap at her. "You'll never have me. I belong to her and whatever the fuck our souls are made up of, her's and mine are the same." I qoute Hardin Scott. I could have been her's today if I didn't have to act like a dick and reject her continuously. I'm just like him, like Hardin Scott. Like him arrogant, wanting to hurt others, never wanting to date until I saw her, until I met my Elizabeth Bennett. I thought she was too good for me. How could I have dated her. I knew I would end up hurting her but now, right now I'm hurting myself by watching her with my-

"Hardin?" I hear Elaine call out my name.

"You were supposed to be her best friend Elaine! How could you have fallen for me knowing she- you know what, fuck off. Just leave me alone!"

"I'll give you the pleasure she couldn't." She gets down on her knees, infront of me, struggling to get my shorts down.

"Fuck off, Elaine. Can't you see? Your touch isn't even making me hard." I scoff.

"Let me atleast,"

Fifteen minutes have passed and there's nothing pleasing me except for the image of her on her knees instead of Elaine. But that image is instantly devastated and replaced with her and her boyfriend.

"Your dick isn't responsive. You should go for a check up."

"It'd be responsive only to her mouth. Now leave me the fuck alone and get lost from this room or you know what.. I'll just leave-" saying this I stomp out of the room. Just when I hear a familiar voice, Lexi's voice.

I hesitate at first thinking it's Zac and her but then I hear her screaming, crying to leave her alone. Lexi needs help, she's asking for help. I have to go get Zac, no but by then it might be too late.

LEXI'S POV

I pray that someone, anyone may enter in and save me before he lays his hands on me.

Just then the door opens with a loud bang, making Travis jump up in fright and stands in the doorway, Hardin.

"What the fuck is happening here?" He says, confusion arising.

I manage to get on my feet and hurry straight into Hardin's arms. And non expectedly he pulls me to his chest, holding me tight.

"What's wrong?" He looks down at me as I sob, my head burried in his chest.

"Tell me what the fuck were you doing Travis!?" He yells, his voice so loud that it startles me.

"I didn't mean to scare you." He says softly.

"Nothing, I- was wasn't doing anything." Travis stammers.

"He- Hardin he was; he tried to-" As the words leave my mouth, Hardin is making his way towards him, ready to punch him.

"Don't. Please." I grab his arm and he stops in his tracks and steps back, taking me back in his grip.

"He tried to do what?" Hardin pushes my chin up gently so we may share an eye contact. The warmth in his russet brown eyes make me feel so safe and for a quick moment I feel like I'm staring into Zac's eyes instead of his.

"Where's Zac?" The moment I blurt out the words, his grip on me loosens and my chin is dropped from his hand.

"I'll take you to him." he says in the lowest tone and rests one hand on my shoulder in the most friendly way, leading me out of the room.

"And you! Travis. Better stay the fuck away from her, from any girl while you're at this picnic. Later, I'll see to. We're not done here. I'll get back with you." He tells him as we leave the room.

We go in search of Zac and when I see him, when I see him with her, when I see all of them together, my heart drops. There she is, Gwyneth. What is she doing here? What are they all doing? The same group is made replacing me with her. They all take turns to smoke shisha. I watch as he grabs the shisha pipe from Lucas, puts it to her mouth and laughs when smoke is exhaled from her nose.
Zac looks up at me then at Hardin and turns his face back towards her, continuing to laugh.

Ouch.

"Did he just?" Hardin let's out.

I turn around, ready to run back to the room with my heart just shattered and lock myself up.

"Don't. Go to him, make known your presence."

"You saw that he saw me. My presence is unwanted." Saying this, I do just that, run back to the room and lock myself up.

How could he just? He just ignored me. Was it all about sex? Did he just want me because of- no Zac can't do that to me. No, no no, he can't. Ahh.

I clench my fists, pull my hair, grind my teeth, slap at my chest. I want to scream, scream so loud and do just that and in not-even-a-second there's a knock at the door. I hesitate but then thinking it's Zac, I pick my broken self up and make my way to the door. It could be that he didn't recognize me due to his blurry vision or something, anything, just not the fact that he's back with Gwyneth because to refused to have sex with him.

"Alexia, look at me." He had said, lifting up my chin and running his fingers through my curls "You were the first and only girl I fell and fall in love with, even more, every single day." His words replay in the back of my head and I shove it out and turn the door knob. Disappointment arises as soon as I open the door to see Hardin instead of Zac.

"Umm, are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine." I lie, I need to vent right now to someone, anyone who would understand me and not judge me or my feelings. Him doing this only leads me back to thinking about Luna, about how she would treat me and I can't afford that happening. It's been a while I haven't thought about her and right now I feel myself drawing towards her, I feel like calling her up and or just running into her arms for some kind of consolation. Some kind of love, real love. I need love, pure fucking love. Real fucking understanding. I misunderstood Zac. I thought he loved me, now I know, he was with me all this while for sex and when I refused to give him what he wanted, he left, going back to the same Gwyneth he used to fuck with.