The Omission Behind Ones Devotion

The Omission Behind Ones Devotion

  • WpView
    Reads 1,743
  • WpVote
    Votes 124
  • WpPart
    Parts 32
WpMetadataReadOngoing3h 46m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 14, 2020
"I knew this girl. A girl with long golden blonde hair that seemed to go on for miles and deep forest green eyes that any living, breathing soul would get trapped in, I knew this girl. In the state of Florida, I knew a girl. A girl who took your breath away without trying, made your heart pound faster than you've ever thought could, I knew this girl. Out of the 20 million people living in Florida, she somehow stumbled into my life. I met a girl, her name is Hayden Thompson, and this is our story."
All Rights Reserved
#272
newschool
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • My home
  • The Rugby Player's Wife
  • MRCB (Old Draft)
  • The Bad Girl Attack
  • Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)
  • Everything Has Changed
  • The bad boy trained me to fight (*Completed*)
  • I Loved You Blindly [Complete]
  • Don't give Up
  • She is my hoodie girl.  ✔️
My home

Out the window, I see her - Hayden Musk, striding across the quad like she owns it. Her rugby bag slung over her shoulder, hair tied up in a way that looks messy but perfect. She laughs at something her friend says, tipping her head back so the sun hits her cheekbones. For a second, my heartbeat trips over itself. Hayden's the kind of person who makes you wish you were brave. I've only ever spoken to her once - last year in the library, when she asked if the seat next to me was free. I remember how she smiled, how she smelled like grass and shampoo. I remember I couldn't speak properly for hours afterwards. Lucy follows my gaze, raises an eyebrow. "You know her?" I drop my eyes fast. "No. Not really." "Right." Lucy flips her hair over her shoulder. "She's trouble anyway." I almost laugh. I don't think Hayden Musk could be trouble for me if she tried. I'm invisible. And maybe that's safer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part of me is always searching - the next game, the next girl, the next spark that might stick. Then I see her. Felicity Marianne - all soft edges and hidden eyes, hugging her books like they're the only thing keeping her upright. She's too pretty for this place. She looks like a secret you'd promise to keep forever. Alex elbows me mid-sentence. "Hey, Musk - you listening?" I grin, unapologetic. "Sorry. Distracted." "By who?" She follows my gaze, laughs under her breath. "Marianne? She's a ghost, mate." "Maybe I like ghosts," I say. It's a joke but it isn't. I've been surrounded by loud, bright people my whole life. Maybe I want quiet for once. Something soft. Something real. Alex makes a face. "She's way out of your league." I raise an eyebrow. "Think so?" She laughs. "I know so. Come on, Captain. First period. Let's go pretend we care."

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines