The Hooded Beauty

RIP

I'm immediately butthurt and gutted, but I choose to not let it effect me too much. I decide to get up for the day, I'm not tired enough to go back to sleep. I hop into the shower quickly and start to get changed, but then someone walks into my room, I try to cover my sanity and dignity with my hands and arms while shouting "You know you should knock".

"But, I brought you McDonald's breakfast because I know it's your favourite" I look up and Jace is innocently holding a bag towards me with his eyes closed.
"So, not only did you bring me my favourite food, you also didn't look at my ass. Chivalry isn't dead, Jace Nash was just hiding it from the world" we both start laughing, it did give me butterflies. It was too cute.

"No, I saw your ass" he retorts back, well atleast it's good underwear. I finish changing and give him the all clear to open his eyes, he does so cautiously and then hops onto the bed with me so we can scoff down the feast he brought us. I mention to him how he's gained massive brownie points for this, he shrugs and says 'I know'. Food is the way to my heart.

This feels so natural, it doesn't feel forced. It just feels like it should have happened years ago, it's almost like my heart is now full and complete. I'm not just surviving anymore, I'm thriving. I'm comfortable and content. I want him. I've always had a crush on him, I just never thought I could have him, he's too hot for me. The unattainable high school 'bad boy'.

I look over at his perfectly sculpted face, a jawline sharper than his wit, his dark brown eyes that look better than the chocolate river in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, when the sunlight hits them, I melt. His long eyelashes that I am so jealous of, his nose that is still so perfect even with it's tiny crook from the hundreds of fights this boy has been in. His lips are just the right amount of plump and not dry and crusty. His teeth are better than the ones on most toothpaste adverts and fuck my life, the dimples when he smiles just make me feel some type of way.

"Little Red, why are you staring at me so intensely?" He smirks showing them dimples that I dream of. He knocks me out of my trance.
"I'm just admiring, shut up and eat your McMuffin" he keeps direct eye contact with me as he takes the biggest bite he could possibly take and honestly, he's never looked so hot.

We watch another episode of 'Unsolved Mysteries' and get angry at how the police dealt with it. It shows just how corrupt the system can be or how little effort they put into some cases. I just wish the loved ones get the answers they need and deserve.

"Will you help me in the gym? I want to build my strength and endurance" I query, I'm skeptical to ask as I know how hard he goes in the gym and I can't cope with that level yet. Eventually, I want to be at his level, my competitive side wants to be better than him but realistically I don't think that's humanly possible.

"Sure, get ready, we'll start now" I was expecting him to schedule me in for a few weeks time. I need time to mentally prepare for this. Our McDonald's hasn't even settled yet. I reluctantly agree, he gets up to go home to change, as he reaches for the door handle he turns on his heels and jogs over to me, leans down and kisses me. I grab his face and we start fully making out. I pull away as we catch our breath, resting our foreheads on each other's.
"Meet you in the gym in 10" he says and pecks my lips once more before leaving.

I sit there for a few minutes just regathering my composure. I need to look cute while working out with him, but I also don't want a tit to pop out. This is going to be near impossible for me to achieve. Practical cute clothes. If he still loves me after this then he's a keeper.

I change into some Lululemon high rise maroon leggings with a navy blue sports bra. I put some navy blue trainers on and stand in front of the mirror redoing my messy bun a million times, it doesn't sit right. My arms are hurting and my patience is at 0%, I give up and lob it up. I look at the time and it's been 15 minutes, I'm late. I speed up and grab my things, I fill up my water bottle when I walk past the kitchen to the gym.

I hear music the closer I get, which I know that he knows I'm late. I wonder if he will be pissed at me. I walk in and find him doing push-ups, sweating profusely. I'm only 8 minutes late, how can he sweat that much in that short time span. He looks up at the mirror and stares me down while continuing to do push-ups.

"You're late" here we go..
"I know, I'm sor..." I stop talking as he stands up and I stare at him. He has black sweatpants on and he's shirtless. Sweat and abs is all I can see and think about. Lord help me. He's just far too mesmerising, I'm borderline dribbling at this view.

"Get down and give me 20"
RIP Kady.