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tidsoptimist (n.) a person who is always late because they believe they have more time than they do; a time optimist
[origin : swedish]
Just five more minutes in English. And then AP European and XC. And then I can go home, I thought as I glanced at the clock in English Lit and sighed. Today was practically just a repeat of yesterday and the only upside was I had no attack of any sort and I have no migraine.
•••
AP Euro could not have been any more uneventful. We had a lecture on the age of absolutism; and it doesn't help when you have a teacher who speaks with a monotone voice and can't even smile.
And now here I was, doing everything I can to not talk myself out of going to practice. It was only the second day and I already want out.
You won't be saying that after you finish your first meet, a voice snapped in head.
Just shut up, I retorted.
I wasn't even going home after practice; Hunter texted me during AP Euro, asking to meet up at the coffee shop from yesterday. He wanted to talk some more since he had to leave abruptly and I just couldn't say no to him.
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"Hey Adri! How-
"Oh, actually I'll hug you... another time?" The ass had the audacity to look appalled when he knew I just came from practice.
"No, I want a hug right now," I said seriously, arching an eyebrow, shamelessly standing in the middle of the shop in just track shorts and a racerback tank.
"Do you now," he pulled me by the waist and dipped me as the bass in the song dropped. He pulled me back to my full height and their was a terribly evil smirk on his face. Bitch!
"Fuck yourself, Hunter," I smiled widely.
"But I thought you were doing that for me?" He asked in feigned confusion.
"Oh wait," he continued before I could speak, "That's what you're going to do to Phoenix!"
"Okay, you are the biggest asshole ever. Goodbye, I'm leaving," I pulled away from his hold and started towards the door.
"No, no, no," he whined and pulled me back by my wrist, "Adriii, I was playing," he pouted.
"Hunter, I hate, no actually I don't, I love to break it to you, you're not cute," I pulled away once again, this time making my way to the booth where he had his stuff. He slid in across me moments later, the pout still playing on his face.
"Aw, is my baby boy sad," I pouted now, "Well I can't help you, so help yourself," I said in faked rudeness. It is just so great to mess with Hunter.
"Are you on your period, or are you simply PMSing, cause you hurt my feelings," he frowned, his bottom lip jutting out. And though he tried to look sad, he looked anything but, he looked adorable.
"I hurt your feelings?" I asked incredulously, pointing at myself, "Bitch ass mother trucker! You refused to hug me!"
"Cause you were and still are - may I remind you - a mess of perspiration!" He whined loudly and I just burst of laughing.
"A mess of perspiration? Of all the shit you could have said, you said perspiration? We're not in fucking health class Hunter, you could've easily said a mess of sweat," I laughed even harder.
"Adrianna, go fuck yourself, like actually."
"Well aren't you just asking for it," I muttered.
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"That," he said skeptically.
"That?"
"Yes that!" He whined, annoyed.
"What's that?" I asked with a smile.
"I am so done with this conversation!"
"I am so done with this conversation," I mimicked in a high pitched voice, flipping my hair.
"Adrianna," he growled and it was clearly evident he was loosing patience. This is amazing!
"Hunter," I said aggressively, leaning forward and narrowing my eyes.
"I wanted to talk to you, and now I can't remember what about," he whined like a child covering his face with his palms.
"Of course you'd forget, you're like the biggest damned drama queen," I stated simply, looking at my chipping nails.
"My feelings.
"Are conflicted with you right now," he almost screamed in frustration and I laughed again.
"Hunter, you say that as if I could help you."
"Aren't you just the most sarcastic bitch," he said rhetorically.
"Yes," I said as a matter of fact, "which is exactly why I won the 'Most Sarcastic Bitch' of the year award. I thought you knew this," I feigned hurt.
"How do people actually put up with you," he looked at me incredulously.
"They don't. They put down with me," I snapped at him and giggled.
"Okay, you know, you are unbelievable. Like you are actually unbelievable," he stated, staring at me.
"I thought we established this a while back? Hunter why are you so behind on this, come on now," I snapped my fingers twice in front his face.
He grabbed my finger, "I will bite you."
"Jokes on you, cause it's a 'mess of perspiration' and I've showered with you before so."
"Oh my god, I don't remember you being this irritating," he looked at the ceiling.
"Well I mean, the last time we did really spend time together was when we were children. And why the hell are you looking at the ceiling, is God helping you or something?"
"Adrianna, I'm going to leave, I'm not joking."
"Well I was about to do just the same like fifteen minutes ago. And I don't know what's holding you back now," I stated in nonchalance.
"I need a new best friend," he muttered, but I heard.
"What was that," I snapped rudely.
His eyes snapped up to mine, "Nothing," he smiled nervously.
"That's what I thought bitch."
"Wha-"
"That's what I thought," I grounded out.
At the same time he was about to reply, his phone went off. And so did mine, and we pulled them out at the same time.
"Well this has been, um
"Eventful, but I have a party to go to," he finished.
But at the same time he said he had a party to go to, I said I had to go. Pyper texted me saying the whole gang was going out later and I needed to meet her in her room to get dressed.
For what?, I texted her back.
"Alright, come on best friend, let me walk you to your car," Hunter called out to me. I locked my phone slid out of the booth to go by his side and we walked out together.
"Bye Hunt," I said softly as I hugged him and he hugged back.
We pulled away and headed in opposite directions.
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"Where the hell are we going," I asked as soon as I stepped foot in her room.
"A party," she stated simply.
"Bitch, you're a mess.
"Let's go, let's go! Get in the shower," she rushed out, throwing a towel my way.
"Okay, okay, I'm going," and I ran into the suite, pulling off all my clothes messily and carefully wrapping my already braided hair into a bun. That just worked perfectly for me, I had on double dutch braids so my hair would stay out of my face during practice. And now when I loose the braids later, my hair will be curly.
I took half an hour in the shower, washing off all the "perspiration" as Hunter put it and just feeling all tensions leave my body under the jet streaming water.
"Here's your undergarments, and your outfit is on the bed," Pyper smiled, and walked into the suite as I walked out.
The undergarments were mine surprisingly. I probably left them here unknowingly. And the outfit Pyper laid out for me was actually really pretty.
Guess I'm going braless, I thought. And it wasn't unusual, I laughed to myself, I'd done this various times when I wore certain dresses when I'd have to go to galas or parties with my dad for his company. As soon as she's out the shower, I'd have to ask for adhesive breast tape. Because that's the most casual thing to ask for.
An hour later, both Pyper and I were dressed. She was dressed in pastel pink shorts that stopped mid-thigh and flounced wide like a skirt at the bottom. And for her shirt she had a black Guns N Roses oversized cropped shirt.
We were both sharing her vanity now, applying make up and the sorts. I rubbed on mineral powder and then a layer of highlight as a powder over my cheeks, nose, and eyes. And then I rubbed on a bright pink lipstick. Clearly make up isn't my thing, I thought as I looked over at Pyper who was doing the whole works.
Fifteen minutes later, we were both ready, phones in hand along with out shoes. I had a nude velvet lace up ballet flat and Pyper had black stilettos.
We shared a look and at the same time we said, "You look hot," and we bubbled up with laughter at our timing.
Walking down the spiral stairs, I noted the guys were all dressed and waiting by the door. My eyes involuntarily landed on Phoenix, and god damn he looked divine. With a fitted black t-shirt that read Ace of Spades in fancy cursive, and fitted black jeans, you can clearly see his tattooed body and taut frame. He had a black leather jacket on and black faux suede oxford shoes. We're living in fucking Florida, and you wear all black, I wanted to ask but I knew better.
I bent down to lace up my shoes the same time Pyper did to slip on her stilettos and when I came back up to my full height I felt his eyes on me. My eyes immediately snapped to his face, to his eyes and he was, indeed, raking his eyes over my whole body. It sent shivers up my spine and I hoped the already dim lights were dim enough for him not to notice.
"Adri, you're riding with Phoenix, Pyper you're with Talon," Judah coughed, clearly faking it as Blake said that, "And the rest of will drive on our own." Something twisted in my stomach at the thought of riding alone with Phoenix and seeing the way he was looking at me. His eyes were dark, almost black, and his jaw was clenched, and he would not stop raking his eyes over my whole body.
It was quiet, almost too quiet for my liking, and my eyes flickered over to Talon. He was wearing black harem joggers and an oversized pastel pink t-shirt. He had on maroon vans and his hair was left tousled, giving him a 'don't mess with me' look. His eyes were glued to Pyper and his lips were slightly parted, his eyes glazed over. Fucking perfect, we all know who's getting action tonight.
Why? You want some yourself? A voice in my head asked rhetorically.
Absolutely not, I snapped back, mentally rolling my eyes.
"Let's go," Phoenix snapped, making my eyes snap back to meet his. He held out his hand for me and I took it. And with that, he led us outside, everyone else following behind.
"You look unbelievably aesthetic and exquisite, Adrianna," he said in a low voice once we were in his car, resting his hand on my thigh. God, just his touch makes me want to clench my thighs in desire, but I can't; I cannot let him know how he affects me. Maleïda! Just his touch makes me wet.
"Adrianna? You okay?" He asked, squeezing my thigh lightly. Don't moan, don't moan, do not moan.
"Mhm yea, I'm okay," I said softly and nodded slightly, looking out the window.
He didn't talk and neither did I to him for the rest of the ride and thirteen minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of an extravagant mansion.
"We're here, étoile filante," he said softly, though it was barely audible amidst the electro music coming from the mansion before us. He got out the car and he came to my side, opening the door for me.
"Shall we?" He asked with a smirk.
"Take me away," I winked and I saw his eyes darken. Adrianna the Seductress everyone!
We walked in together, the rest of the gang behind us and as we stepped past the threshold, all heads turned in our direction and all eyes were on us. I instinctively turned my head into Phoenix's chest, wishing to shield myself away from the lingering eyes. His hand came around my waist and he lowered his head so I could feel his breath on my ear.
"They're only staring because you're an ethereal goddess and they're jealous."
"Jealous?" I whispered, raising my head, looking at him questioningly.
"Because you are the most beautiful girl here tonight without a doubt. And I'm the man that has the honour of walking hand in hand with you," he said with a small smile. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach with his words and my heart bloomed.
"T-thank you, Phoenix," I smiled in return and held my head up high. He gave me that sort of confidence you know? My eyes wandered around the mansion and settled on a certain someone. He was decked out in all purple and white. Nice fit, I thought; the aesthetic matched his vibes. Eyeing him up and down, he wore white ripped jeans, a light purple oversized t-shirt saying '1-800-fuckoff," dark purple All Star high top Converse, and a white beanie with gold stars. Well isn't he just the most colorful person! He hadn't noticed me yet and before I could walk to his direction, I was being whisked away to the dance floor.
"Let's show them who we are," Phoenix whispered in my ear, his hands gripping my waist. Our bodies were practically aligned and I wasn't surprised when I looked over at the DJ booth and saw Talon taking the over. Seconds later, he gave us a subtle nod and I saw Pyper, Marlowe, Talon, Judah, and Blake surrounding Phoenix and I, getting ready to dance.
"Get ready babygirl," Phoenix whispered and he twirled me around, letting go of my hand. He had perfect timing, or maybe it was all me, but as soon as I stopped, and I was on my feet ready to dance, the heavy bass of Tribal by Sander van Doorn blasted through the speakers and my body moved on its own accord. Phoenix and I moved in sync with each other, we dominated the dance floor, our bodies mirroring each other. We were the the spotlight for all eyes and we definitely took the party to another level. But it wasn't just our gang as dancers, Talon had a staggering choice of music; the current song was definitely a banger.
Blurry bodies, red solo cups everywhere, various songs danced to and then some, we all finally took a break. The partygoers went wild and it was clearly evident in some faces they were disappointed when we called it a night. I had fun, but now I was just tired, and my feet took me to certain aesthetic boy in purple and white with the gang following right behind me.
The boy's eyes locked with mine as I got closer and it was if no one else in the room was existing. He had on a lopsided shit eating grin, his eyes saying it all. I saw you out there, and you killed it. His eyes flickered behind me and his emotions swung faster than my moods. Written over his face was a death glare, but I didn't let it stop me from what I was about to do.
"Hunter Alexander Bazzi! My favorite asshole in the world," I yell over the music. He looked down at me and the grin returned on his face. He pulled me into his embrace tightly and I buried my head in his chest.
"Adrianna Ellington Vasiliev! The recipient of the 'Most Sarcastic Bitch' award," he said quite loudly. I pulled away and looked up at him. I smiled and went on my tip toes to pat his head.
"You actually remembered," I exclaim in a fake excitement, with an equally fake smile. He pouted and I stuck my tongue out.
"Like I said earlier, if you're sad, help yourself cause I can't," and I shrugged, returning back to hims arms. Except this time I was facing the group and his arm was around my shoulder, pulling me into his embrace. Phoenix and Judah were glaring the hell out of Hunter while Blake and Marlowe didn't seem to have a problem; if anything, they looked happy? Pyper and Talon, however, just stared at the two of us.
"Who's your friend, Adri," Pyper questioned simply. Phoenix and Judah both had their jaws clenched and nostrils flaring, they looked as if they were about to kill Hunter.
"This thing," I motioned over at Hunter in fake disgust, "Is my best friend since June 17, 2000," I said happily with the biggest smile on my face. Now, as weird - is that even the right word - as it sounds both Phoenix's and Judah's jaw dropped. Astounded was all written on their faces as if that was the hardest thing to believe.
"You-your best friend?" Judah spluttered.
"Basically," I replied, arching my eyebrow.
"Sorry to break it to you mate, but I kinda stole your best friend," Blake said with a laugh, stepping forward with his hand outstretched. Hunter threw his head back in laughter and took Blake's hand and they did that bro hug type thing. Why do they do that again?
"Sorry to break it you mate," Hunter started sarcastically, "She's mine. Last time I checked, y'all didn't take showers together after playing in the sand," he finished, narrowing his eyes at Blake. Is this kid actually jealous?
"Don't mind my best friend," I intervened, "He gets very jealous over me since he can't get a girlfriend," I smiled a dazzling smile in Blake's direction. Hunt, however, just pouted and started at me with half closed eyes.
"Are you trying to sleep? Cause honey this ain't the place, maybe you can get your nonexistent girlfriend to take you home?" I suggested with half grin half smile on my face. Blake, Marlowe, Pyper and Talon laughed at our foolery while Judah and Phoenix stood rigid in their spots. Whatever their problem is, they can take care of it themselves. And it seems like Hunter didn't have a problem with anyone, except for Phoenix and Judah. There was evidently tension between the three, but I left it alone, not asking and prying into what's not mine.
Judah's phone went off and he excused himself from the group. Hunter pulled me back in his embrace, his arm around my shoulder and we all spilled some jokes and laughed amongst each other. Phoenix just stood off, looking like the odd one out, watching Hunter and I intently, as if he was trying to figure out some deep secret.
"When you said you were messing with Phoenix Worthington and his friends, I didn't actually think you were serious," Hunter whispered in my ear.
"Why not?" I questioned, turning my head slightly in his direction.
"Just because," and before he could continue, Judah ran up to our group looking quite breathless and pulled Phoenix away from us. I watched them, they conversed seriously, both guys looking ready to kill. Judah said one last thing before Phoenix nodded and they walked back up to us, taking long strides. I quickly adverted my eyes, looking up at Hunter who was looking in Phoenix's direction.
"We need to go," Phoenix said through gritted teeth. As if a switched flipped within everyone, including Hunter, they all looked on the edge, and on guard.
"What's going on," I questioned.
"Nothing you need to worry about, étoile filante," Phoenix said warily. Hunter scoffed and muttered, "Fucking asshole."
"Adrianna, Pyper, you two will stay back at the mansion while the guys and I go take care of things," Phoenix said, never breaking eye contact with me.
"That's probably our best bet," Blake agreed, "Let's go."
"You owe me a dance best friend," Hunter whispered in my ear before placing a soft kiss on my temple.
"I gotchu Hunter," I smiled, before pulling away and following after Phoenix since the rest already went outside.
Something changed in Phoenix's demeanor, the entire ride to the Worthington's mansion was tense and eerily nerve wracking. He did not once talk to me or look in my direction. Okay then?
He pulled into the driveway and got out the car, slamming the door shut. What the actual fuck is his problem? I got out, slamming the door shut too, following him into the mansion and I walked over to Pyper.
"You two," he pointed at us, "Are to stay here and not leave, by any means. Understand?"
"Yes father," Pyper said sarcastically.
"Pyper, I'm not fucking playing, I don't need either of you getting hurt," and his eyes locked with mine. Though he was acting like a complete ass, I saw some underlying worry written in his eyes.
"I fucking got it, Phoenix. How about you guys not get hurt," she threw back in his face quite rudely, the worry and anxiousness in her tone barely audible. Oh great, something dangerous is happening and all these two can do is fight.
"Phoenix," Judah said in a low voice, "We don't have the damn time for this, let's go," and he made his way outside with the guys following.
"Just please don't leave is all I ask," Phoenix gives us one last look before leaving.
Pyper went to lock the door before turning around to look at me.
"Movie night, pizza, and sleepover?"
She had on a cheeky smile and I couldn't help but laugh.
"We're watching XOXO first!"
"I heard the main guy is hella hot," she winked and went into the kitchen while I got onto Netflix.
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After a bottle and a half of mandarin pomegranate seltzer water, empty plates save for pizza crusts on Pyper's plate, and a whole lotta fighting over Ethan, we were halfway through the movie. Ethan's fuckable leave me alone.
The living room was dark, and both Pyper and I were in our own wraps of blankets.
I'd texted my dad earlier letting him know I was staying over by the Worthington's. I have to get my undergarments and clothes for tomorrow but I'd worry about it later, for now I was terribly happy to spend some time with Pyper.
We shared laughs, jokes, and started comments and opinions throughout the rest of the movie, still fighting over Ethan and right after it was finished we began watching Charlie St. Cloud.
Pyper gave into sleep fifteen minutes into the movie and I let sleep take over my mind some time after.
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+via james bay
i wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down.
«author's note»
back again with another chapter babes; comment and vote
–sabrina xx