Arabella Rivera
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My mind goes blank, silent and it scares me. When have my mind ever gone a second without racing with thoughts? The only thing racing was my pulse and the feeling of needing more.
But as he slowly nibbles and coaxes my lips to follow his, my mind seemed to choose this moment to race with images of Haiden in nothing but his bare skin. That’s when I skidded to a stop.
What the hell am I doing!
I pulled away, hating that my lips now felt cold. I took a step back, glaring into his unamused eyes. “What the hell was that!?” I roared lowly as to not have mother hear.
Haiden only stares down at me in what resembles shock until he reigns in his emotions and quickly sketches on an unemotional face. He lowers his head and I’m not even able to pull away as he brings his lips near my ear. “Guess we’ll both have herpes now.“”
That’s when his actions finally sank in. Haiden Cross didn’t kiss me because he wanted to, he kissed me as a sort of punishment for my words. A way to degrade me like I had done to him.
My anger seemed to radiate from my pores and surrounded the entire room with an uneasy cold feeling. I roughly wiped my lips with the back of my hand while my eyes glowered up into his emotionless eyes.
“You’re a fucking dick.” My chest burned with anger, my throat threatening to close up with the many emotions I felt.
His eyebrow raised in amusement, eyes mocking down at me. “Well I have one. If you want, we can use that method instead?”
It took a few pondering seconds to realize what he was implying at. My face turned into one that showed my disgust and frustration. “You’re disgusting. Who jokes about sex after being called a dick!?”
“I do.” He huffs and throws himself on my bed. His nose scrunches as he fixes one of my pillows under his head. “Why do you girls love that floral shit?”
I grit my teeth, jaw tightening as I tug the pillow under his head harshly. He grunts glaring at me.” You can’t just come in here and kiss me like I’m one of your little fuck buddies and with the intention of transmitting herpes. This isn’t something to joke about or is it right.” I snapped.
I fling my pillow away from him and wiped my mouth again more harshly than the first time. Haiden’s eyes follow my movements and he chuckles lowly. “Don’t worry I don’t have herpes so you can stop with your excessive wiping.”
“Then why did you say it right after you kissed me?!” I sneered, picturing myself murdering him. That’s right picturing, because we all know I can’t even come close to hurting Haiden.
He sits up and looks at me deadpanned. “Well, you said it first.” He shrugs. “You know, that girl will probably spread that around the entire school because of you, so I could only assume that we’re even now.”
How can you call that being even?!” I lashed out, not even caring that my voice grew.
Haiden’s eyes narrow. “You’re right, I should’ve done more, it was not enough.”
My lips numbed as I realized i had dug myself deeper into the hole. I sighed forcing my anger and frustration down.
“I don’t get what the big deal is anyway…..” He drawls out. “Unless this was your first kiss?” Curiosity had reared its ugly head in Haiden’s voice, bringing back the anger I tried to swallow down.
I clenched my fist at my sides in fury, seething. “Don’t kid yourself Haiden, this wasn’t my first kiss. But why I am so pissed?” I said slowly as if talking to a child. I took a step closer to him and thrust my finger on his muscular chest.
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You might be used to kissing anyone you please but I don’t go around swapping saliva with anyone. There were many ways you could’ve gotten even
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Chapter 322
with me, not by forcing your lips on mine.”
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Haiden’s long fingers wrap around my wrist and pry my hand away from his chest. “Force? Last time I checked you were kissing me back and with how you melted in my arms, anyone could tell that you were enjoying yourself more than you’re letting on.”
His fingers wrap around my wrist more firmly but not hard enough to harm. “So don’t kid yourself princess, it was just a kiss and nothing more.”
Wow, harsh. Not that I was expecting it to be more.
“I could have easily spoiled the perfect persona you flaunt around in school. Instead, I chose only to go about it this way. So stop making a big deal out of a mere kiss that I just did to catch you off guard-
“Kissing someone and joking about herpes is like a walk in the park for you? You thought that I’d be relieved that you kissed me instead of spoiling my reputation to get back at me? You’re fucking sick.” I tug my hand out of his hold and glared at him.
“Hope you got a kick out of it, like you hoped. Now get the fuck out.” I nudged my head to the open window.
For a couple of seconds, he just sat there staring, eyes so cold that it would be mistaken as ice.
“Get the fuck out of my room.” I sneered this time a little louder than I expected.
I froze and felt the blood draining out of my face when I heard the sound of clacking heels.
They were heading this way. My heart skips a beat as I widen my eyes at Haiden. “Hide.” My voice held a pitch of alarm as I grab ahold of his arm and tugged him up.
I’m grateful that I didn’t have to force him to comply as I pushed him towards my closet quickly. Haiden does not say a word, neither did he peer at me. In fact he was so silent that I was beginning to think that he had another motive to get back at me.
I didn’t dwell on it long seeing that the sound of the heels stopped behind my door. I closed the closet door quickly, not caring that Haiden’s huge form looked uncomfortable in the tiny space.
I whirled around when the door opens and mother’s pinched face peeks behind.
“Is everything alright?” Her voice held a mild tone of accusation and worry as her eyes scan the entire space of my room. “Thought I heard voices.”
“No everything’s fine. I was just uh…talking to Gwen on the phone. She was on speaker.”
She hums and by the look on her face, she didn’t quite believe me. Still, she didn’t question me further which I was more than grateful for. Because it would have been very difficult to explain to mother that the teenage boy she warned me to stay clear of, was in fact in my room, hiding in the closet. Now
that I think about it how did we end up here?
She fully opens the door and walks in. My eyes fall to the bawl of salad she held in her hand.
She notices my line of vision and gives me a soft smile while lifting the bawl a little. “Thought I’d make you some salad for dinner. It has cherry tomatoes, your favorite.”
I’m shocked that she even remembered. I opened my mouth to say something snarky about her finally remembering something about me, but the stress
lines on her face prevented me.
She didn’t look like her proper self.
And somehow my heart squeezed in pain at seeing her this
