"awsten! come here!"
the words leave my mouth as soon as i enter the hallway. his friends glare at me but he just smirks. that goddamn smile.
my palms are practically dripping sweat. he could do anything and no one would say shit. he's so powerful.
"what do you want, paisley?" he sneers while everyone looks on.
"i want to talk to you." i reply, trying to keep my voice steady. "about something important."
he rolls his eyes. "then get your useless ass over here."
i turn to oblige but then remember i have to hold my ground.
"no. you come here."
everyone gasps. no one ever talks back to him. i already regret it because he's glaring now. i fucked up.
i know that i should be scared.
but why is his glare so enticing? why do i feel things brewing up deep within my hip bones?
he marches over and i get a whiff of his cologne. it reminds me of a sunny day at a water park followed by curling up by the fire and listening to regional at best.
it smells like home.
it smells like my future.
my mind draws a blank. i totally forget what i wanted to say.
"what is it?" he snaps, staring me down. i stumble backwards into my locker.
what was it that i had to say?
fuck. think, hanna, think.
come on! you've waited five years for this! you have to tell him how you feel.
and so i do.
but it's all the wrong words.
"i... i um... i think i'm in love with you."
he lets out a dry laugh but i can't tell which emotion he's projecting.
"fuck you." he mutters.
i don't respond.
"i said, FUCK YOU." he screams. there are a few audible gasps heard throughout the hallway. he shoves me into my locker door and i tear my tøp sticker that was stuck on it in the process. i sink to the ground in defeat as he retreats to his friends, who walk off with him without another word.
oh god. what have i done?
a/n: sorry this is so short and sorry for making awsten so mean!! i love him to death!!
love, piper!!