I stare at him for a moment wondering if he means it or not. I bite on my bottom lip waiting for him to say something, so I know if he is messing with me, or if he really means it.
“I’m waiting.” Hayden’s cold voice hits me like a blizzard. I blink and the tear lands on my cheek, and I take in a deep breath.
I’m crazy, I’ve read things like this in my books, never thought it would happen to me, but all I want is Hayden back in my life, that’s the only thing I care about right now.
I lick my lips, closing my eyes I slowly lower myself. I hear the zipper lowering on his jeans. The moment I open my eyes; they widen when his dick is in view. I never thought this was going to be how I saw Hayden for the first time, but here I am.
Hayden grabs my face, and he doesn’t give me a second when he pushes his thick dick into my mouth. Not slowly, not softly, it’s hard and hits the back of my throat making me gag. I try to concentrate on my breathing and sucking him.
Now I’ve read so many books where girls do this, how they do it, and in this moment, I’m going to make sure he remembers this one.
I swirl my tongue, gliding the base of his dick, then suck him hard, and I hear him moan out the word fuck, and inside I’m jumping with joy.
Hayden pulls back, just until the tip rests between my lips, and I open my mouth, looking up at Hayden, he looks down and the corner of his lip curls a little.
Aggressively he begins slamming back and forth, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust, not giving me a second to catch my breath. There is nothing sweet about this, this is him showing me that he hates me, and he’s going to make it hurt.
Hayden wraps his hand around my neck, tightening his grip, as he hits the back of my throat making me gag each time. I can feel the tears down my cheeks, as I find it harder to breathe.
“Fuck!” I hear him groan. “Swallow,” I hear him shout, both his hands grip my hair as he holds me there and his hips start to move faster. The only thing I keep telling myself is not to choke when he comes.
Moving faster, I feel his cum hit the back of my throat, Hayden continues to thrust, as I swallow, choking a little as I’m finding it hard to swallow while Hayden’s still inside me.
Once he’s finishes he grips my hair for me to look at him, giving me the moment to swallow every drop of him. “This changes nothing, you’re still—” He shakes his head, not finishing what he wants to say.
“Hayden—” Before I can even finish what I wanted to say, Hayden steps back, zips himself back up, and walks away from me. Stopping by my bookcase, I stand up, and walk over to him, and whisper.
“Hayden, I still love you?—”
“Where was that love when I fucking needed it.” Not another word, he leaves my dorm, and I drop on the end of the bed, and do the only thing I can.
Cry.
Cry about what’s just happened. Cry because no matter what Hayden will never forgive me. Cry because I’m the only person to blame.
Do you think I slept last night? I didn't. My eyes were locked onto the wall where Hayden had punched it. A reminder of what happened last night, a reminder of how much he hates me. Yet he came to my dorm and he kissed me, again.
All night I kept thinking maybe the feelings he had for me once are still there, maybe, just maybe we can have what I ruined.
I tossed and turned all night, with question after question, and not one answer coming to me.
There was even a point in the night where I felt like a cheap whore getting down on my knees for him. Part of me was hoping it would help him realize that I'll do anything for him just to talk to me again. But no, it just made me feel cheap.
Most of my night was spent crying, and the only person I can blame is myself. I can't blame Hayden; God he is the last person I can blame.
I grab my books and start walking to class. I need to talk to him because I need to find out when I can get my car back. But I don't think he'll talk to me, not after the way he left last night.
But then again, I never thought he'd come to my dorm room last night and kiss me the way he did. So, anything is possible when it comes to Hayden, but I also don’t want to annoy him anymore than I already have by being back in town.
I don’t want to see anyone or even talk to them because they won’t be saying anything nice to me, but I have no choice. Mason, he's always been the one that doesn't think, just acts and his threat yesterday, I actually think he meant it. Miles has always been the quiet one, but you never know what he'sthinking. Miles has that look on his face which says I’m up to something, but out of the two of them, I think he'd talk to me.
I look around as I reach the courtyard, I don’t see Hayden anywhere. I see Leo the asshole with his friends. I wish I could make him pay for everything he did, hurt him the way he hurt me.
I hope to have my car back soon, just so I can sit in there when I don't have class or at lunch as I don't speak to anyone. Well, I don’t want to be around anyone, Abigail keeps trying, but the conversations they all have are even about Leo and his friends, or Hayden and his brothers. They are both people I don’t want to talk about.
I'm just thankful Abigail got my necklace back, I didn't even ask her to, mostly because I didn’t think anyone would want to help me. But when she returned it, she said she could see the look on my face and how much it actually broke me. I don't know how she got it off the bitch, but I was so damn thankful she got it back.
But now I have no car, and there's not really many places I can go to hide from anyone.
