Chapter 7

Jayden Lister.

I was fuming when I heard voices just after I cut the call with the obnoxious pizza boy. After so many questions and not-so-interesting facts about the pizza, I grew annoyed and told the boy to keep the pizza to himself.

They were doing it again.

The love smoochy thing.

I fucking hate this day.

"That feels good, Christian." The honey-laced voice cooed and I practically wanted to tear my best friend in half.

I couldn't control myself when I stormed in and shouted, letting a bit of my anger out which was bottled up since a week ago.

All day these two, Hazel and Christian, have been smooching or giggling or touching. I'm not complaining but I kind of had this feeling where I wanted myself to be there instead of Christian. I wanted to run my fingers through Hazel's hair just like Christian did. I wanted to hold her by the waist just like Christian did. I wanted to look at her like Christian did.

I thought I had gone crazy when I started to imagine myself beside Hazel. How she'd look at me, how she'd laugh and smile. But I had never seen her smile or laugh. Not even once. I'd die to hear her laugh or see her smile, but at me, though. At me.

When I shouted at top of my lungs over a few voices I heard which I clearly made wrong assumptions about, I glanced at Hazel who immediately gulped and shrugged her shoulders to remind Christian of his hands there. I wanted to shout more, at her. But I couldn't bring myself to do so. That wasn't nice. That wasn't cool. And I had to not completely lose my chill.

The past week hasn't been too good, though. I wanted too badly to talk to her, but she'd just avoid me. I thought we were going somewhere, but I guess not. The first time I saw her, I felt myself to be allured by her. I wanted to be allured by her. I was definitely in for whatever hardships I could endure just to see this girl smile at me. I just had this feeling that I had to win her heart somehow but didn't give a second thought to it. But of course, the more I tried to get this girl out of my mind for the past couple of years, her angry face would come in my mind again and I'd find myself wondering what would she look like when her lips would turn up in happiness? How or what features would brighten up when she'd smile?

I entered my apartment in a rage. Kicking the love sac in my room, and grunting on my foot, I entered my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

What had I done?

This was not the person I was two years ago. This was not what I had vowed. This was the opposite of then and this was completely making me lose my chill. Taking deep breaths, I calmed myself down and gritted my teeth.

I wanted to tell her so badly that I had been infatuated with her since the first time I saw her, but I couldn't. I just couldn't since I had seen giddiness and tint of happiness swirling in her eyes whenever her eyes landed on Christian. Or whenever he called her 'baby girl'.

I knew very well that she hated my kind of people with a passion but I couldn't help and fall for her. I knew what I was going for is doomed from the start. She wouldn't even consider being friends with me but yet again, I couldn't help my heart from beating erratically in her presence.

I scoffed silently to myself whenever Christian called her his baby girl. The first time he kissed her after sending me away to fetch his wallet, I saw it all and was absolutely shocked at how easily I let it get to me that I had wanted to punch my best friend. He was my best friend!

This had been torture. I had been torn in my friendship since then with Chris. Falling for her had been complete and utter torture for me. But I was in. Oh, so definitely in.

I sensed a person behind me and groaned. "Just go away, mate. I'm stressed and that's all."

Chris didn't speak as I felt him come closer. A small hand rested on my left shoulder and I tensed, realising it was Hazel instead of Christian. "What are you stressed about?"

Her soft voice rang in my ears and reminded me about my broken heart once again. I looked at her reflection through the mirror as she locked eyes with mine. Her hazel eyes were staring right back at my brown ones and I sucked in a sharp breath to try and control my emotions.

"It's probably nothing." I turned to her, gulping down every lump in my throat. "I should go, where's Chris?"

"I told him to leave because- because it almost midnight and I wanted to-" I cut her off mid-sentence.

"Don't make excuses, Hazel." I rolled my eyes and put on a fake smile. "I'm fine, really. Just stressed out about work."

She stepped back after nodding. "What do you work for, anyway?"

I smiled, again. "Aren't you sleepy?"

She just shrugged and looked away. "I thought you were mad at Christian or me..."

"Why would I be mad?" I scoffed then covered it up with a short and deep laugh. "I'm completely-"

She took off the clip from her hair and ran her fingers through it to smooth it out. I was almost about to reach out to her and weave my own fingers through her hair but stopped myself. Her eyes met mine and suddenly, I saw the contradiction in her eyes and she scowled.

"I know you are fine, Jayden. No need to blurt it out every few seconds." She rudely spoke and left me standing aghast in my own bathroom.

I frowned at the thoughts of mine which were circling around in my brain. What the hell just happened?

I let it all sink in for a few minutes, then I walked quickly over to her apartment, which was next to mine. My mother and my younger sister weren't home so my apartment was vacant. I knocked at her door and waited for a few moments 'til she opened the door and scowled at me, again. I saw her lips turning down and her nose flaring in anger as her eyes moved to my own lips because I was frowning.

I didn't know what came over me as I abruptly pulled her towards me from her waist and slammed my lips softly on hers. I was shocked, so was she, and that's why we stood still for a few seconds until I started to gain my senses and realised why I was kissing her. Oh, yeah. Because I had been craving it.

I lead her to her bedroom slowly and laid her on the bed with me rolling beside her as well. Watching her eyes close in contentment and finally running my fingers through her soft and silky hair, I felt relieved. But when she snuggled close to me, leaned into my neck while placing a soft kiss there, I felt blank. Not emotionally, but my mind went blank. It stopped working for a few seconds and I just blinked, wondering what I was feeling right now.

Suddenly, like ink dissolves into water, the feelings came rushing into my heart and it started to beat faster, and louder. I was almost terrified that it would burst out of my chest. I looked down, at the brown mop of hair and the feeling of love empowered me. I felt like I had known this girl since forever. I felt like I had been in love with her since forever. I felt like nothing could ever break this moment because I was so much overwhelmed with my feelings that a tear secretly slipped and I tightly shut my eyes, falling into deep slumber from the exhaustion of the whole entire day.

But one thing was still running in my mind throughout the whole night that I was now finally in love with Hazel Sinclair. And I didn't care about how she'd avoid me or how she'd hate me for being nice. All I cared about was that I had fallen in love with the girl sleeping soundly beside me.

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