Chase Hudson Is Trouble

#20

Writing this while listening to conan grey "heather". So you better listen to it too.

He smells like ocean, October weather, snow and the earth after rain. He smells like heaven. He smells like hell.

Why would you ever kiss me, i'm not half as pretty as the girl in your hand. You could've had any girl you wanted. So why me? Why would you kiss me, mesmerize me and then just leave me to death. I felt my heart chattering to millions of pieces. It hurts.

It hurts more than the time when i would shower everyday after school becouse you decided to empty your lunch in my hair.

It hurst more than the time when i would visit the pharmacy regularly to buy my stress medication because you said the meanest things to me.

It hurts more than the time where i would treat my blistering leg after you pushed me to the concrete floor.

It hurts more than the time i would cry myself to sleep because of you.

But this time i wish i could cry in your chest instead of my bed. This time i wish i would fall into your arms instead of concrete and this time i wish i could eat lunch with you instead of throwing it on me.

Ugh! I'm indeed a pathetic girl. My throat hurt so bad from sustaining my tears, i can't cry now! I can't.

"Ester" Johnny's voice took me out of my dark thoughts. I looked at him and he was looking at me with a worried look in his face. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Umm yes" i faked a smile "i'll be okay" i whispered.

Few minutes later people started to gather by the start line. Fans and girls started screaming and encouraging thier favourites. The bikers gathered new the start line i can clearly see the red biker mounting his motorcycle. Other one joined as well and finally i noticed the black biker. His eyes met mine, it's like as of everyone around us banished and it's only us.

He looked at me. his grey eyes mourns my sorrow and mine burned his agony. Without realizing, a tear dropped from my eyes and i looked down. The race started, and the bikers disappeared into the Forrest. All we could do -us watchers- is wait.

All i can do is wait, maybe wait for the day he realizes that he's been hurting an innocent girl. Or maybe i'm waiting for the day i realise i was not innocent.

The race lasted for a few long minutes, after a while we could hear the sound of bike engines getting closer and closer. Everybody was on the tippy toes waiting, anticipating yo know who's the winner. Few seconds the later the first bike that crossed the finish line shined red.

Zack won this race, his supporters screamed and fangirled over his sexy leather red suit. His friends Tristan and Bryan run towards him and hugged the shit out of him, lifting him in the air and howling like mad dogs. I laughed. Johnny held my hands and we run to congratulate him. His laughed shined brightly when he hugged me as well.

"Congratulations" i hugged him back "you deserve it" i lightly punched his arm.

"Thanks beautiful" he again kissed me on the cheek. After that Bryan came from behind and lifted him again in the air.

"We're gonna party tonight until dawn" he growled. And left with the fans and the friends still enjoying the victory feeling. Again i was left alone with Johnny.

"Well" he said "your prince charming won the game this time" he putted an arm around my shoulders and i appreciated the warmth.

"He's not my prince charming" i rolled my eyes. We were walking towards the party when i girl called for Johnny.