Chapter 321
Arabella Rivera
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As the weight of my words sinks in, the panic slowly goes haywire. I let out a shaky laugh and forced out a slow smile that clearly didn’t reach my eyes. “Sorry. Uh, get on with, uh, what you were doing.” My voice was a stuttering mess that didn’t go unnoticed by the two.
I refused to take a peek at Haiden, choosing to swallow my mortification and bury my eyes on the trunk of the tree.
“Have a nice night.” With another awkward smile, I whirled around with sweaty palms that tugged at the ends of my large shirt.
I scuttle to the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a powerful bang and quickly reached over to flick on the light switch. I let out a whimper of mortification as I pressed my back on the door, clenching my eyes shut.
“Shit he’s going to murder me.” I moan in anguish as I prance to the sink.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, cringing at the sleep lines that traced the side of my cheek from sleeping on one side for too long. My messy braided hair was even more of a mess with several wayward strands framing over my face.
I puffed out a breath, blowing some of the strands away from my face. I opened the faucet, grumbling under my breath while glaring into the eyes of my reflection.
“Why would you say that Haiden Cross has herpes? Why couldn’t you keep your damn mouth shut? How will this help you avoid him now?” I hissed pointing an accusing finger at my reflection.
1 slouched, bending my head towards the sink to throw some water over my face,” I should apologize to him personally. “I murmur to myself, pressed my palm full of water to my face and made the mistake of breathing in the water.
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I coughed, blowing my nose to remove the excess water and rubbed it to ease the slight burn. After the burn eased, I took my wet hand and began to brush it over my hair in hopes of taming the wayward strands.
But as I stared at myself through the mirror another emotion seemed to surpass my embarrassment.
Anger.
“You know what? Haiden Cross does not deserve an apology. He’s an asshole that thinks he can get away with every damn thing, including dirtying my clothes. On purpose I might add!” I huffed in vexation.
“So he can go fuck himself!” I grunt and closed the faucet and reached for the small lavender colored towel.
As I dried my hands, a dull thud sounded from my room. I stilled, my heart thudding in my chest.1 could feel the blood rushing through my veins as panic stirs my very being.
This is why one shouldn’t watch a supernatural show when they’re all alone.
“Wait but I’m not alone.” I whispered, clenching my brows in contemplation.
I waited for mother to call out to me like she usually does when I’m busy in the bathroom but everything grows quiet. Yet, I can still feel a presence in the room which was unsettling and quite frankly terrifying.
I grasp the brush I left on the countertop before I left for school in the morning and held it to my chest as a form of protection. I closed my eyes for a second, said a silent prayer inwardly then decided that if I were to ever go down I wouldn’t without a fight.
I peeled my eyes opened, nodded to my reflection in the mirror and held my breath as I strutted to the door. With a three–second count, I pulled the door open and entered the room. I froze when my eyes fell into brown ones.
Haiden stood across my room, leaning against the wall beside the opened window. His eyes fall to the brush that I have been holding with a steel grip and the corner of his lips quirk up slightly. He looked rather huge in my room and very odd.
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Chapter 321
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Leyed his black shirt and how low his grey sweatpants hang low on his hips. My eyes narrowed on his bare feet. He had better not come here with dirt on the soles of his feet.
My breath hitched when he decides to take a step, then two until he struts over to one of the shelves mounted on the wall. His fingers skim over the picture frame that had the ugliest of all pictures.
It was a picture of Gwen and I when we were the age of eleven. I had braces and the smile I had plastered on my face was not all that pretty. I was now regretting placing it on my shelf for the world to see. By world, I mean Haiden.
He picked up another picture frame and I swore I saw a ghost of a smile before he dumps it back on the bland shelf. His long fingers pinch my fairy lights and something like a light chuckle slips out of his mouth.
His mischievous eyes continued to scan my dull room and he smirks. ” Nice room.
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He turns to me, eyes peering at me from across the room.
His voice seemed to have pulled me out of the trance I seem to always get myself into, in his presence. I launch the brush on my bed seeing that Haiden was not so much as a threat.
Wait. What if he was?
I narrowed my eyes on his face, folding my arms across my chest to look intimidating but by now I should’ve learned that intimidating Haiden was not something that was possible for me. Not even a little.
“What are you doing in my room?” I hissed lowly, inching towards my bed in case I would actually need that brush.
“This is illegal and I could have you arrested for trespassing and…..and-
“Do you seriously think a hairbrush could cause any damage to me?” He nudged his head towards the hairbrush and gives out a soft snort of
amusement.
I froze, eyeing him and the hairbrush before scowling at him. “If it comes to that, then I’d make sure it does.”
He hums, pushing his hands in the pockets of his sweats and starts to strut over to, me. I held my breath, not knowing if I should dodge towards the hairbrush or call for help. But my body seemed to be frozen solid and not wanting to listen to my brain signals to flee.
It was too late anyway. The broody boy stood before me in all his towering height. This close his scent was addicting which messed with my head more than I let on.
“So I have herpes huh?” His brown eyes drugged me more than the sleeping pills I took a few days ago.
My tongue suddenly felt heavy with embarrassment washing over me. With that embarrassment came with a tinge of fear as I thought of ways he’d make me pay for my words.
There was one thing Haiden Cross was known for, which was to make anyone who crossed him pay. Getting on Haiden’s bad side was to be avoided at all cost. Unluckily my mouth didn’t have a zip or a lock.
“Uh– “I stuttered looking for a way out of this mess my mouth had thrust me into.
What I didn’t expect next was for Haiden to move a step impossibly closer until our fronts were nearly touching. And what I definitely didn’t expect was for his fingers to lace at the back of my head to have my head arch backward.
My confused eyes melted into his own. “Haiden-”
I am cut off of my curiosity by him swiftly bending his head to lock his soft lips on mine.
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