Surprise SHAWTY!

Noah

I fucking can't with her. She has got me all riled up without even noticing, and it drives me fucking insane.

Her smile.

Her adorable nose.

Her fucking eyes.

Her golden hair.

How can someone be this perfect? The things is that she doesn't even know it.

But man, I can hater her sometimes.

No I can't, who am I kidding?

She is just too mysterious for her own good. She doesn't let anyone in and has already built a fucking damn wall around herself so well, and that makes me want to break it prick by prick. I want her to feel what I feel towards her, I want to be her comfort place that she runs to when she is upset, I want her to cry on my shoulder after I had killed that person who made her sad.

I want a lot of things when it comes to her, and here I thought I had it all. Clearly I was wrong.

Everything is against us, but everything is with us. It is that weird situation that is painful but fucking beautiful. Her sea would never fill my thirst, not in a million years. I want her, all of her, her imperfections, perfections, the way she lies too good but also so bad, the sound of her laugh, the scrunch of her nose, and on top of all, I want her heart.

I want her to be mine as much as I am hers. Heck, she is already mine and I am already hers. We are in too deep, and she doesn't even realize.

So she thinks she can just come up to me and tell me that she wants my friendship. Only if she peeked at my perverted mind, she would know how impossible that would be. Unfortunately, that's not gonna happen.

It takes two to tango. And I am a fucking professional.

The wheel stopped, and it was our turn to descend. I saw them gathered around each other, having a conversation until I locked eyes with one of them. Veronica was her name? I don't even care. Her eyes widened and next thing I know they are running like headless chickens.

I spotted my prey from between them all, and made my mission clear. I sped walked behind her while she ran her ass of. I was much taller, so my one step matched like three of hers. Those legs, though. I could fantasize about them for a life time.

She was running towards the males' bathroom, obviously not thinking about it at all. She was getting herself trapped, and it excited me. To be close to her after what feels like forever. To smell her sweet, coconut scent by running my nose along the smooth skin of hers.

''Emma.'' My voice came out harsh and solid, and I could sense her stopping and contemplating her actions, but she chose the latter and continued on acting dumb.

Wrong move, baby.

She was about to enter the males' bathroom actually, but I was quick in snaking my arms around her slick waist, pulling her into me. My body automatically relaxed after touching her. We were now cornered in a small alley where the bathroom was, and I couldn't be more content.

''So now you enter males' bathrooms?'' I asked not really sarcastically. She was really about to enter the fucking room, and I didn't like it one bit.

I felt her shiver against me, sending me over the edge. I have already been missing her enough, and she is doing nothing but adding fuel to the fire.

''L-let me go.'' She stuttered out, and God did I miss her fucking voice. I tightened my hand around her petite waist, flipping her so that I could see her face. I smirked when I noticed the makeup she was putting on, thinking I couldn't know her that way. She looked absolutely and utterly fucking beautiful, in every way, in any way.

''Never.'' I whispered like I always did. This probably has to be one of the very few words that I say and mean with every ounce of my body. Everything I do with her comes deeply from my heart, pure feelings that I knew nothing of. ''What are you doing here, friend?'' I stressed on friend, hoping she would get the message.

I know she knows what I mean, but damn do I love to tease the hell out of her and see her all flustered and angry.

Her eyes widened a bit, the green duplicating its intensity. Her plump lips apart, she looked like she was searching for an answer. ''You said you were going on a date.'' Where was she going with this? ''I needed to make sure my friend was making the right choice in choosing the suitable girl, not like you succeeded or anything.''

I want to fucking kiss her.

I smirked, ''Oh, so you came here because you are a good friend? Nothing else, right?'' Her jaw clashed, tempting me to pepper her with kisses. I wanted to feel her against me again, touch her silky hair and play with it in my hands. I needed her back.

''W-what else could it be? Of course!'' A bit too loud, but who am I to fucking complain. Her voice is a damn blessing, plus she was flustered again, and hell if I didn't like it.

I played along, ''And why do you think Stella is a bad choice? I believe she is a nice girl, plus she is my friend.'' I reasoned out, totally out of logic.

Her little nose scrunched, and her eyes turned into slits that focused on me. She was jealous. I wanted to crash her body into mine and tell her how angry I am at her for keeping things away from me.

She glared, ''So, she is your friend, and I am your friend. Hmmm, seems like everyone in the globe is your friend to me.''

I smiled. Really genuinely. ''No, she is just a friend.'' I skipped a few spaces between us by bringing my face closer to hers. My eyes automatically shifted to her fucking lips, those fucking tempting lips, ''But you...You are my special friend.'' I whispered into her ear, enjoying the way her body reacts to me.

Friend? Fuck that. The thoughts I have about her don't include anything friendly. Not even environmentally friendly.

My eyes started taking in her appearance sincerely for the first time. She was wearing a red crop top that was hinged up at the sides, black jeans, and black combat boots.

I would kill if someone as much looks her way. She was mine. All mine. To devour, taste, worship, and pamper. No-one can glimpse at what's mine.

''You look different.'' My voice came out really husky, it surprised me. But again, there is nothing new about the effect she has on me. She has me around her cute little pinky, and I don't fucking mind it all. ''Good different.'' I clarified.

Her cheeks turned red. Very beautiful shade of red. She tried hiding her face by her hair, and I could tell she didn't even realize her actions. ''I-isn't your date waiting?'' She questioned, a storm building behind her orbs.

Fucking stubborn.

So mysterious.

And all mine.

I couldn't keep my actions in control anymore, and I leaned in, resting my forehead against hers. Her widened eyes were locked with mine intensely as we breathed in the same air. She smelled fucking divine. ''Do you want me to go?''

My question was simple, really; however, she seemed to be holding herself from answering. My fingers were rubbing soothing circles on her waist, and I didn't even know if it was to calm her down, or to reassure me that she is not going any where.

My heart rate increased hundred times more than it was already when she leaned in, lessening the distance between our lips. I felt my hands tighten around her more in deathly grip, my body heating over the feelings that were playing me at that moment. My thumb dug into her waist flesh, and I hadn't even noticed that it went far up her top.

My fingers were touching different kind of texture. I glimpsed down at what I was touching....W-was that a s-scar?

''What's that?'' I asked all of a sudden.

The magic that surrounded us faded into thin air, and I could feel the air shifting uncomfortably. Like a broken spell, she pushed me away from her and out of my grip, her eyes wide, taking in what was happening.

''What. Is. That.'' I stressed on, getting that it was one of the many things which are hidden.

Her face morphed into one of pain and frustration, and I instantly felt bad. I shouldn't be pushing her to tell me what's wrong, but how could I sit and watch her hurting without interfering the slightest.

''N-nothing! I-I should g-go...'' Her voice was weak as she scratched her temple nervously. Tears coated her eyes, sending me off the fucking the edge. The last thing I wanted was to make her cry.

''Emma.'' I snatched her body into mine roughly yet gently. She looked at me with hyperventilation creeping through her. She started shaking her head vigorously, her eyes closing on their own accord, tears spilling out.

''Hey, hey, hey. Babe, what's wrong?'' I panicked, cupping her face into my hands softly. She kept on shaking her head as if she was running away from her thoughts.

She was having a panic attack.

My eyes widened when she let out an earth shattering sob, making my heart tremble in pain I didn't know I could ever experience.

She shivered in my embrace, and I did what I thought was right in the moment. I hugged her hard and together we slid on the ground. ''Babe, nothing is wrong.'' I whispered.

''I am here.''

''It's okay.''

''It's not real, it's all in your thoughts.''

''Come on, babe, open your eyes for me, huh?''

Her crying ceased, but she was still shaking hard in my hands. I wiped away her tears with my thumbs, softly brushing them away. Her eyes fluttered opened, and I...I came back to life.

Once her eyes have settled on mine, her lips quivered as if she was seeing her worst fear. A bang erupted in my chest painfully, but I couldn't let it affect me, not when she needed me right now.

''I am so sorry! Please Noah, forgive me, okay?'' She cried, her eyes reflecting pain. The urge to grab her and kiss the fuck out of her was beginning to have the upper hand, but her words froze me. F-forgive her? For what?

''Will you forgive me? I-I swear I-I didn't m-mean...''

''Shhhhh...'' I hushed her, placing my finger on her rambling mouth. ''It's okay, tell me what's troubling you.'' I whispered lowly, bringing her body closer to mine.

She didn't argue as she placed her head on my chest; however, her trembling form was still present. I sighed, putting my head on the top of hers, her smell engulfing my senses in a serene way. I wanted to know what was wrong so bad, but I can't force it out of her, this is not how it works. I need her to trust me enough and to tell me everything that is bothering her, even if it meant waiting for a hundred years.

We stayed like that for what seemed like hours when it was only a couple of minutes before she pulled herself away from my embrace. Her nose was now red, her cheeks were rosy, and I wanted to fucking kiss her.

''I am sorry for troublin--'' I cut her off.

''Shut the fuck up, Emma.'' I murmured loud enough for her to hear. Her eyebrows frowned at my statement, and she looked away embarrassingly. ''You know what's really troubling?'' She turned her head to me again. ''You not opening up to me when I know all you have been doing is keeping things away from me. How do you think it feels when you come telling me that you want to be friends? I know what I am saying right now sounds so fucking selfish, but I am selfish when it comes to you, and I can't help it, alright?!''

''I didn't mea--''

''No, if you are going to say something other than those lame words then I am willing to stay here for a fucking life time and hear whatever you have, but if you are just gonna blabber words to keep me silent, then no. I refuse to listen to you.''

She bit her lips, resting her head on the wall behind her. She looked so sad, and I so wanted to take it all away, but how could I when she is acting all secretive. If no one can actually see how fucking bad she is at lying and keeping things to herself, then I am not gonna stand and be one of them. I wanna be right next to her when she needs me. I want this to be the sole reason of my existence.

''I can't.'' She said, breaking the silence, ''At least not now.'' She whispered, her eyes locking with mine. I could see the stars shining in them, but they were dull and lifeless. I know she doesn't want things to stay like that between us, but there is for a fact something holding her away from me.

I stayed mute, my eyes shifting back to where her crop top has risen. The scar was now full on display for my eyes. When she noticed where I was looking, she was quick in hiding it away. My hands reached for her to stop her actions midway and she froze upon my touch. Her head whipped to mine so quickly in surprise, especially when I started yanking her hand away from her top.

I gently raised her top a bit, revealing her tanned, soft skin. The scar was positioned near her abdomen, going horizontally, but it wasn't that big. Anger took over my senses because I could tell this was intentional. Who would do this to her? Not that it looks bad because it's anything but that. If anything, I think it adds more to her beauty. It makes her feel more special somehow, and it urges me to bend down and kiss every inch of it.

And so I did.

I trailed kisses along the length of it, hearing her breath hitch, I felt satisfied. Her hands gripped my biceps harshly, but I didn't stop as I kept on peppering it with sweet, wet kisses. My taste buds were about to sing hallelujah, bursting with delight that I got to do that to her, Emma. My Emma.

After I have finished, I looked up at her to find her gazing at me with her jaw clenched. Tears brightened her eyes as she looked at me with different emotion. I brought myself closer, staring at her as much as I can to remember how she looked at that moment, I didn't want to ever forget that look. When our foreheads clashed, she released a strained whimper, her pink lips separating a little, and I decided against the things I could do to her right now.

''You are perfect.'' I whispered, sincerely. I meant it, and she has the right to know how fucking perfect she is.

Her beautiful green eyes closed, a small tear falling from one of them in the process, but there was this small, little, sly smile on her lips that has managed to make my heart run a marathon in a second. She had so much effect on me.

She is my weakness.

She is my strength.

She is my downfall.

And what's gonna bring me down, but what's gonna build me up.

Dear Emma,

I am not going anywhere.

much as you know Emma.

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