Oblivion

oblivion
əˈblɪvɪən/Submit
noun
1.
the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one.

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Kayla Andrews was lost.

Since when did hot, popular, gang-friendly boys get an interest for normal, average looking, meh-popular girls?

Has the world gone fucked?

Her parents decided to leave Kayla all alone in the gang-popular, Xavier Caleb's house, mid-term, to rekindle their romance and attend their stupid high school reunion party.

The scary, mysterious and undeniably drool-worthy Xavier.

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"I think I make you nervous, Kay." He edged closer, so close that I was sure he'd comment on my heartbeat pumping as loud as a heavy bass and the strong blush rising to my cheeks.

"Before I make you incapable of ever having kids again, please kindly move the fuck away from me." I don't know how I managed to say it, but I did. And oh my Lord, did I regret it.

"So your saying you don't want to have kids at all?" It took me a few seconds to register what he said. Actually, all my mind could function was 'he did not just say that to me.'

"Are you fucked in the head? Have you forgotten to take your special medicine again?" My voice broke a bit, and I cursed myself for even letting him have that affect on me.

What is going on with me?

"Kayla Andrews, admit it." He edged closer, and the butterflies in my stomach which I thought had died a long time ago from Dylan seemed to flutter their wings again, fluttering their tattered wings in and out through the cracks of my ribs.

Oh boy, what is happening to me?

He carried on, a slight smile playing on his lips now. "The weak knees, the heavy breathing, the blushing. You thought the bad boy would fall for the good girl." He smirked. "In your wildest dreams, babe. Only in your wildest dreams."

And he walked off, leaving me shook to the core and the butterflies died out, yet again.

What. Just. Happened?