- KILLIAN - It's the d-day. The game is finally here and seats are getting occupied by home students and the school professors, guests and the opposing team. Certain board members have their own seats in the stadium and everyone seems to be getting cozy. I feel better. I've been on medication and
I averted my gaze from her to the bleachers. Hazel is there. She's definitely cheering. My jaw clenched. It's just 90 minutes. I'll get to talk to her in ninety minutes. My foot taps the ground impatiently and my fists clench. A dreadfully long ninety minutes. *- HAZEL - Kaidens arms wrap aroun
- KILLIAN -Winning is not much of a victory if she's not here to celebrate it with me. I close my eyes and splash water on my face. My eyelids slid open and I stare at myself in the mirror, breathing through my mouth. My hair is wet and dripping water down my face which drips down the sink. The im
- HAZEL -I stood outside the closed amusement park with an extra paper-cup of coffee in my hand. I'm freezing and I don't have a jacket, plus, I'm alone. I wouldn't have been if Kaiden didn't have urgent things to attend to, leaving me stranded. And if Kate hadn't pulled an awol on me. I sigh and
I snap myself out of my thoughts and return to reality. My fingers clench on my skirt. I feel awkward. The drive is silent. No one uttered a word. I snuck a gaze at Killian and gasp. His focus was ahead. He didn't look at me once throughout the drive. I swallow. "What did you want to talk about?
That made me laugh under my breath. I wasn't wondering about that. I was stunned he offered without me asking. "If it's okay with you, yeah. That would be nice. Thank you." Killian shuts the door gently and starts the car. "My pleasure, kitten." "You're still not going to let go of that name?" I
- KILLIAN -I didn't drive. After getting food for her, I waited for her to finish eating comfortably in my car. Without watching her of course, the least I want is to make her feel uncomfortable by my presence.Although I already got the hint that it happened quite a lot. I groan, pulling my hand o
Is she crying? "No wait, don't answer that. Fuck, I feel like a teen with tantrums." Hazel chuckles. I can hear the pain masked in that. "Do you want to cut ties with me?" I wait to know if that was some kind of joke. She didn't say more. Standing a few feets away from me in a nearly empty parking