"Well it all started when Mike and I met. It was my freshman year and his sophomore year. Grayson and I had a class together and he mentioned a small 'get together' him and his brother were having. He invited me and of course, being the nerd I was, accepted his offer so I could say I hung out with the cool kids."
I nodded my head, telling him to go on.
"Mike and I got along pretty good. We listened to the same music and liked doin the same stuff. We started hangin out more and soon, we were like brothers. He introduced me to partying and alcohol. Every weekend, we would go down to his uncles pond, drink a few beer, and talk about stupid stuff. It was a routine for us. I got used to it and then a year later in my sophomore year and his junior.........everything changed."
He started playing with my hair, twisting strands around his finger. I couldn't identify the emotion he felt. His face was blank. His eyes were focused on my hair, nothing else. I waited patiently on him to continue his story, giving him my undivided attention. I never knew he went to this school, but I never really looked. I didn't start talking to Grayson until the end of last year so not knowing Hayden existed is understandable.
"Please, don't leave. I want you to hear the whole story before you decide to just throw me out of your life."
"You're not some piece of trash Hayden. I'm not just gonna throw you away. My life is screwed up. I'm not gonna judge you because of a few mistakes you made in your past. Unless you've abused someone. In that case, I never want to see your face again."
"It's nothing like that. I would never abuse someone. No one deserves to be treated like that. Especially not a beautiful, caring girl like you." He smiled, pushing a few strands of hair out of my face.
"Thank you. Now, would you like to continue?" I asked, laying my hand over his.
I felt a spark. I know that sounds so da** cliché, but it's true. I felt that explosive, undeniable, lightening bolt travel through my body, making me shiver and grow goosebumps.
"Mike started hanging out with these bad guys at school. He skipped classes, got suspended, and uh...started dealing drugs. He didn't tell me about the drugs. I had to find out myself. I noticed he was wearing the most expensive clothes, sometimes buying his way out of trouble, having bank rolls of money in his pocket at all times, and meeting with mysterious people at lunch. It all clicked together and I confronted him about it."
I squeezed his hand, reassuring him that I'm not quick to judge. He smiled down at me and took a deep breath.
"Mike said that I should try makin a sale just once and if I didn't like it, he would quit dealing. I didn't think I would like it so I made a small deal one day after school. That was the worst decision of my life. I asked to help make deals. I ended up getting into the business and started living like a rich drug dealer. I was partying every day, sleeping with tons of girls, using drugs and getting drunk every opportunity I got. Mike and I thought we were living our dream. We were stupid and careless. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea. I knew better but still continued to do it."
"Like I said, we all make mistakes. We just have to learn from them and never make the same mistake twice." I stated, trying to make him feel a little bit better.
"It all caught up to us. We were both arrested. He blamed all of the bullsh** on me. Mikes parents bought his way out of juvie. He only had to serve a month while I had to serve a year. I was released the day I turned 17. They put me on a years worth of probation. I just finished it not too long ago. That's why I'm in that program. When I came back to school, Mike had graduated and left his friends in the lower grades 'in charge' of the school. They started messing with me. I got tired of it and began to get in fights with 'em. The school and my mother thought this da** program would be a good idea. It's not helping. All of those kids in there do drugs and deal them. I don't see how in the he** that's supposed to help me."
"You just have to be strong enough to stay away from it. You have to be the bigger, more mature person and turn the other way. Remember the way you felt after you were caught and the consequences of your actions. Don't go down the same road as before. Make a better life for yourself. Your future rests in your hands, nobody else's."
"I'm trying Chloe. I'm trying so da** hard but I'm constantly reminded of my past. The guys in the program practically beg me to start dealin for 'em. I havn't talked to Mike since we were arrested and Grayson hates my guts. His family blames me for everything. They don't wanna believe their 'perfect son' is capable of committing any crime or disobeying their ridiculous rules and ruining their da** reputation. My family blames me for everything too. My mom and I hardly talk anymore. My dad is too busy to give a da** about what I'm doing. It's so messed up Chloe." He sighed, resting his head on mine.
"Sh** happens. You can't dwell on the past Hayden. You have to move on and forget about the mistakes you made. Your mistakes don't define who you are. The person who came out of those few wrong turns is the person that I care about. I don't gave a da** about who you were. I like the Hayden you are now."
"You like me?" He asked, smirking.
"What? Pff.....No. I didn't say that...."
"Yes you did." He grinned, touching my hair.
"You need to go to a Doctor. I think you're hearing things." I stated, trying to hold back my smile.
"No I'm not. You like me Adams. Just admit it."
"Okay. I like you. So what?"
"How much do you like me? This big?" He asked, stretching his arms out about 6 inches.
"Nope." I laughed, holding my hands out, only centimeters apart.
"Oh c'mon! You know it's more like this." He laughed, stretching my arms out as far as they could go.
"If that's what you wanna believe." I smirked, scooting off of his lap.
"Where are you going?" He pouted, trying to bring me back to his lap.
"Well, we as humans have a need to urinate once our bladders are full."
"Why couldn't you have just said you needed to use the bathroom?" He asked.
"And miss out on the disgusted face you just made? You know me better than that." I grinned, slowly backing away.
"Whatever Adams. Just go do your business." He shooed me off, taking out his phone.
I found my way to his bathroom and opened the door. You could tell this was the mens room. The toilet seat was up, toothpaste was all over the sink, there was dirty clothes every where, and the bathtub looked like it hasn't been cleaned in years. Very carefully, I grabbed a wash cloth from a rack and put the toilet seat down. After using the bathroom, I checked my hair and makeup in the small mirror above the filthy sink. I still look decent. My makeup is starting to fade but I don't really care. I'm not big on makeup anyways. Never had the chance to wear much.
After making sure I was presentable, I made my way back to the living room and saw Hayden in front of the t.v trying to start Netflix. He looked so confused. It was so flippin adorable. It took everything I had not to go over there and kiss that confused look right off of his face. I coughed a little so he knew I was in the room. He dropped the remote and turned towards me with wide eyes.
"Oh. I didn't see you there." He giggled, walking towards me.
"Obviously." I laughed, leaning against the door way.
"So..I was thinkin we could watch a movie of your choice on Netflix while eating junk food, then we can go to the store and buy some food for us to cook for dinner, then we can cook, and after we eat, we can go back to your house to sleep." He stated, planning out our whole day. Or what's left of it.
"Sounds good." I agreed, taking a seat on the comfortable couch. "Oh and by the way, I'm not gonna run away or throw you to the side."
He looked at me with admiration covering his face, smiling at me with the widest smile I have ever seen. My heart warmed at the sight, making me smile in return.
"Thank you Chloe. You have no idea how much that means to me. You make me want to be a better person and with you by my side, I know I'll be the son my parents would be proud of." He smiled, bringing me into his chest.
I gently laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. It was going faster then what it should be. Am I making him nervous? The idea of me making him feel that way makes me smirk.
"Hayden?"
"Yeah?"
"Am I making you nervous?" I asked, running my fingers down his chest and to his stomach.
"Uh..N-No." He lied, adjusting his position, bringing me even closer to him.
I took this as an advantage. I don't know where in the he** this confidence is coming from but I'm enjoying every bit of it.
I brung my mouth close to his right ear and seductively whispered: "You sure about that babe?"
He shivered. I made the Hayden Miller shiver. He** yeah!!
"Don't do that." He ordered, letting out a small whimper.
"What? This?" I asked, blowing into his ear.
That was all it took for him to finally kiss me, making my heart and body go wild for the first time in my life. This is all I want. Not even my parents are going to take this from me. I won't let them. I'm in control of my life. I'll be 18 next week. It's about time I start fighting back.
(A/N Eeeeeppppp!! They finally kissed!!! :) Annnd Chloe is gonna start fighting back!!! What do you think of Chapter 29?? Vote, comment, and follow! Love you babes! ;D)
No one guessed the quote. Well if they did, they didn't feel the need to comment. It was "You should be kissed every day, every hour, every minute". It's in The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. No one commented about whether I should create an account for my books on Twitter and Instagram either. Pllleeeeaaasssseeee guys! You have to comment! As a writer, I need feedback. I want to know what you honestly think. It would mean the world to me. Thank you sooo much for reading!!