Azael's POV.
Nuria hadn't turned up for school that day, had said she was going out with her father.
When had her father come back home in the first place? Had she told me? Had I forgotten? Fuck knows.
It was good, really, we needed space considering what had happened that night and the morning after. She was my first in months and now she had given me nothing but thoughts of sex 24/7 that was driving me insane.
Every time I looked at her, every time she opened her mouth I was thrown back into that memory and I. Couldn't. Stop.
It was driving me crazy, I had never had so many erections in my life and I needed to fucking sort myself out.
It wasn't Nuria, though, it was just the sex that I hadn't had in months. If Nuria left my life, I would be thankful for it.
I didn't care about Nuria. I was just spitting out those words carelessly for no reason. I didn't care about Nuria, she needed to know that. I don't care about her.
No, I wouldn't tell her, she would know that I didn't mean it considering we had made our feelings towards each other very clear from the start. She didn't care about me, either.
I didn't care about her, but her arms-
I tore myself from my brain. I don't care about her.
I was currently sat in math, Maeko beside me, whispering some shit about how it didn't make sense what our teacher was explaining and how he was 'about to scream in a second'.
I didn't listen to him, especially when Mia brown walked in late, ignoring the teachers threats of detention and dropped down onto the seat right next to mine.
There was only twenty minutes left of the lesson so I had no fucking clue why she was turning up now or why she was sat on the fucking seat next to me.
She tossed her hair over a shoulder once the teacher stopped interrogating her with questions, asking why she was late.
She cleared her throat and stared at the board as if she was listening and watching, her eyes remained staring forward as she leaned closer to me, and I was five seconds away from leaving. I wasn't in the fucking mood for her shit, I had been feeling on edge all day and any snarky remarks from her was going to tip me way past my tipping point.
"Mine tonight?" She whispered.
"What?"
"My house, after school. Help me do my homework." A smug smile pulled at her lips as she leaned away from me without me giving her an answer.
Why the fuck would I do that?
She had been after me for a year and she expected me to just show up with some shitty excuse that I would help her with her 'homework'?
Maeko leaned over me, "If he won't I will," He grinned at her. She rolled her eyes. I was 5 seconds from walking out the door.
"Go ahead," I told him. No fucking chance I would go tonight.
"We-"
"Shh." She shushed Maeko, glaring at him before she looked down and scribbled down on a piece of paper a sequence of numbers before slipping it to me.
"My number,"
"I don't want your fucking number,"
"I want you're number thou-"
"Maeko, shut the fuck up," I slouched further in my seat.
But what if I did go? Everyday since I fucked Nuria I was driven by lust by everything she did, so why should I turn down Mia?
I was just incredibly, irritatingly horny and Mia could fix that just as well as Nuria did. Just as well as I fixed hers.
I would of most likely said yes to any girl if I was in this state, I always turned down Mia because she asked me at the wrong moments.
Mia stood up without another word, sliding her designer handbag over her wrist and strutted out the door. She hadn't even been there for five fucking minutes and she had already left.
"She loves me," Maeko sighed, tapping his pen on the desk.
"Mhm."
He chuckled shaking his head before stealing my book and writing down all the answers.
*****
"Azael's got a booty call with Mia Brown," Maeko declared as I sat down at our table.
"You know I didn't say yes, dickhead."
"Mia brown?" Lyssa asked, her eye brows shot up, "You know her and Nuria hate each other, right?"
"So?"
She shrugged, "I'm just saying, you two have gotten-"
"No, we haven't,"
"I didn't finish my sen-"
"We haven't. Got it? It was one night." My fists clenched and unclenched under the table
"And the morning after..." Maeko muttered, resting his face on his hand.
"Your point?"
"Okay, okay, Azael, their just playing with you," Devon chuckled. Disgustingly twirling a pieces of Lyssa's hair around a finger. I didn't understand it, how people could be in a relationship. I didn't even understand how anyone could love someone in a romantic way.
I considered being in a relationship like being handcuffed to another person, it's almost as if you're both trapped and locked together but you both have a key in your pockets and for some fucking idiotic reason you chose to lock yourselves up together.
It didn't make sense. Maeko was wrong. Me and Nuria weren't the confusing ones in our group. Devon and Alyssa were.
"You guys are fucking annoying,"
"I am not." Maeko offendedly punched my shoulder, then proceeded to dramatically place his hand on his heart, "You're annoying, and you and Nuria fuck with my brain, you two are confusing as hell."
"We're not confusing as hell you all just think too deep into things."
And they're all fucking idiots.
Me and Nuria were nothing and I had no idea how they didn't see that, we didn't care about each other and I could fuck Mia if I fucking wanted too, did they really think I gave a shit about their hatred towards each other?
*****
When I was walking through Mia browns front door, it was that exact moment that I had realised I had made up my mind and was actually agreeing to go to Mias house.
Her house was spotless, considering the party that she had hosted not too long ago.
Things were smashed at the party, alcohol was spilt on carpets and on furniture, empty cans were scattered everywhere but her house now looked like it had only just been recently built.
My eyes slid over to her as she rose from a large leather couch near the door and walked over to me, bobbing her head forward to indicate the way we were going to go.
There was only one car parked in the front of the house besides mine, her car, which meant no one was home. Fine by me.
It was only when I was walking behind her that I realised how much shorter she was to Nuria, maybe, two or three inches, or maybe only one, all I knew was that she was shorter. Mia's hair was in neat, long, tight golden curls and her skin was fair.
Nuria was the complete opposite to her, looks wise, anyway.
She led me down a hallway, saying something to me that I couldn't be arsed to answer, the hallway was purely white except the deep black wood that cut through it.
Her house was modern and sophisticated and I had never had the chance to truly take it in at the party. If I ever lived in a house like that, I would of slowly gone fucking out of my mind. Too structured, everything looked the same.
Her room was the first door on the right and it was exactly as I expected it to be.
Beige silk sheets, white walls and floor, silk curtain. Rich. Very, very fucking rich.
She sighed, dropping down onto her bed and I sat next to her. Dragging my arms behind my head to rest it again the palms of my hands.
"I don't really need help with my homework." She said once she turned on her bed to face me.
No shit.
"I know."
She sat up and straddled my waist. I was still waiting for the sudden flush of hunger and lust to wash through me and over take my senses like it had done the last couple of days, but it hadn't yet.
"You know? Then what are you doing here," Her head lowered and she whispered it into my ear. Her soft curls gently brushed my face and I wanted nothing more then to fucking cut all of it off.
I also wasn't there to play her stupid games. Wasn't there to tease her and play a little.
She grinded herself on me, once, twice.
And it didn't do shit.
Didn't make me feel any type of way, but it would soon enough and I was sure of that.
She didn't like my lack of reaction, clearly, and eagerly placed her lips on mine.
She pushed me back into the bed-our lips never breaking- and began trying to unzip the zipper on my jeans.
She was messy and my zip was fucked up and wouldn't budge so I sighed through the kiss and flipped us over, doing it myself.
I wasn't going to let her be on top of me either, I never let people be on top of me, I was too caught up in the lust that was practically choking me to stop Nuria from riding me the last time. The stupid fucking lust even made me enjoy it.
She moaned into my mouth and slipped her skirt down her legs with ease at the same time I managed to pull my black jeans off and discard them on the floor.
It was still doing nothing for me.
She pulled away, placing her hands firmly on the top of my shoulders, "You're not into it." She breathed out, it wasn't a question but a statement.
Her hair was impossible neat underneath her but her lips were slightly swollen, tinged slightly more red, a blush had formed across her face. Normally such an appearance would delight me but she just looked... irritating.
I got up off of her and she sat up and watched as I pulled my jeans back on.
"I've never had a guy who wasn't into it," she ran a hand through her curls, twirling one around her finger, "You are the first, Azael Keres, congratulations." Surprisingly, she didn't sound mad, and she didn't object when I got up.
I rolled my eyes. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was either losing my fucking mind or Nuria Daeva was the best sex I'd had in awhile. Both options were pretty much the same fucking thing.
*****
Okay so first things first, I love you all so much and I don't fucking deserve you, you're all the best readers ever and you're so understanding.
Considering I took about a week of for my mental health, I just want to say something. For those of you who relate to some of the things happening in my book, e.g, self harm, I just want you to know that if you do self harm, I want you to know it does get better, and it may feel like it won't and it will feel like your pain is never ending, but it isn't. Your pain is an illness and almost all illnesses get better over time, you just need time and you need to do what ever you can to heal, it isn't your fault, remember it isn't your fault. Your doing your best and I'm so fucking proud of all of you who are fighting silent battles. Please message me whenever, I read all of my messages and I want nothing more then to help my readers who are going through tough times in their lives.
Again, I love all of you so much and I'm so glad you are here, and I'm honoured that you chose to read my book.
The next chapter will be out Monday or Tuesday.