Haiden Cross I couldn't do it. I couldn't stay away. I was a selfish bastard, I know that. And when it came to her, Bella, my Bella, I realized I was even more selfish. I was like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar every time when she's around. I never wanted something so much in my life before. The craving, the yearning to be in someone, to be in their presence, to listen to their breaths, to hear their moans. I never yearned for that so much that I would've gone ballistic if I didn't touch her tonight. This wasn't my intention. To fuck her wasn't my intention. I only came here to keep an eye on her. I only came here to protect her. But I was a fucking idiot, because no one protected her from me. If she wasn't so irresistible this wouldn't have happened. If she weren't playing with fire then she wouldn't have been licked by the raging flames. I groan, turning to the mirror as I swipe a hand down my face. I couldn't exactly blame her for the desperation I always felt when it came to her. She came in here like an angel despite her being clothed in black leather. Being so close to her and the smell of her was all so maddening. All the bottled frustrations of staying away from her for days just flew out the window the moment she got on her knees to clean up the mess on my jeans. Her actions were innocent, at least that's what I thought. Until she gave me that "please fuck me' eyes when she looked up at me. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She knew she had a hold on me. And fuck did she. I couldn't think straight when she was around. I couldn't fucking breathe properly when she was around. I could never seem to do anything properly when she was around. I grunt swiping my palm over my face again. I wince when my fingers touch my jaw. It still hurt like a bitch. But somehow being with Bella made me forget about the pain of it all. Being inside her had me so lost in pleasure that I didn't feel the throbbing of my bones. I peered at my reflection in the mirror, glaring into my eyes. I really was a fuck up. Who in their right mind would get into the shit I got into? Which sane person would feel better when they resorted to violence just to feel relieved for a few hours? I needed a smoke. I needed some toxins to fill my lungs.I looked down at my jeans on the floor and let out an annoyed sigh. I didn't bring my cigarettes. The sound of the door opening had my head snapping towards the sound. I was expecting my girl but the blonde staring at me in shock wasn't Bella. Fuck maybe I should've locked the door. Sasha's eyes drop to my naked lower half and I realized that my cock was still on display. I grumble out a curse, twisting my body a certain way to hide my dick from her sight. "As you can see the bathroom is occupied. Get out." I spat. "Oh I can see that." Sasha giggled. I gritted my teeth, her voice was as annoying as the ticking of a clock. If I had the option, I'd throw her out of the window. "Didn't expect to see you here tonight Haiden. Didn't know you came to these things." Her voice had lowered into a flirtatious tone. I wince inwardly and turn away from her completely. I picked up my discarded briefs and quickly put them on. "You know, you didn't really get to show me that thing......" She drawls out as her presence comes closer to me. I stiffen. The scent of her perfume was overpowering and quite frankly I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. Well except for Bella. "That 'thing' expired a long time ago. I'm not into that quick fuck anymore." I grunt in annoyance. Seriously why was this girl still here? "Oh that's too bad, I have that thing I do with my tongue that I think you'll enjoy-" Fury boiled through my veins when her hand come around me to grab my wrist, stopping me from fixing the briefs. "I said I'm not fucking interested!" I roared, shoving her hand off me harshly. "Oh." The sound of Bella's voice has me freezing. _______________ Arabella Rivera Seriously where the fuck could she be? Why was it so hard to find a bubbly copper-haired girl? "Austin that thong belongs to my mother! You can't have it on your head! She'll kill me if she sees them ruined." Samantha yelled. I smiled. Finally. I bit my lip to stifle my laughter as I spotted a tall boy running down the hall heading my way with a bright pink thong on his head. I move out of his way, letting out a few giggles as he slams into a wall. "Austin you better not get blood on the thong!" Samantha screeched, head peeking out from a room a few more feet down the hall. Her eyes spotted me quickly and she steps out of the room. "Arabella where have you been?! Gwen has been looking for you. Though I think she's currently high on those weed brownies." She giggles. The closer I got to her the more the scent of alcohol surrounded her like a glove. "I needed a breather. Parties aren't really my thing." I said. Now that I was finally in her presence, I didn't quite know how I was supposed to ask her pants for Haiden. She'd definitely get the hint that the girl he'd been fucking was me. I'd like to avoid that. "Hey, Sam." I nearly cringe. I never called her Sam. She looks at me patiently while she tries to not sway. She was beyond drunk, probably high as fuck too. I could use that to my advantage. "I walked in on Haiden." I made a cringing face. Samantha giggles, nodding. "Yeah me too, he was boning some girl. Wished he wouldn't have done it in that bathroom though. My mom keeps her favorite towels there." Her words made me wince. I didn't know exactly where I was going with this but I just let the words slip out without thinking much. I cleared my throat and feigned a laugh. "Yeah, before I could run for the hills, he asked me for a favor." "I couldn't refuse, the guy looked desperate." I shrugged giggling slightly. He did look desperate, to fuck me. She raised a brow. "Did he ask for a blowjob? Guys are so horny." My eyes widen. "No!" I shout then cleared my throat. "I mean no he didn't. Apparently the girl he was boning puked all over his jeans. She kinda left him without helping him, so he asked me. Any spare pants of your dad's you can borrow him?" From what I've noticed, Samantha wasn't one of those who held pitchforks and torches for Haiden. In fact, she seemed to not loathe him like Gwen. I was only hoping she could help without asking too many questions. "Oh what a bitch." She twirls around, nearly toppling over. "Come with me." Well, that was easy.________________ I held the pants in my arms as I sidestep drunk teenagers on my way to the bathroom. I should probably have gone and check on Gwen but I couldn't leave Haiden pants-less any longer. He'd probably lure me into his trap again if I did. With my hands on the door handle, I pushed. I froze when I saw a familiar blonde girl beside Haiden, stumbling away as if she had been shoved. "Oh." I let out, not knowing if I had walked in on something. The thought of walking in on something I wasn't meant to, made my heart drop. Both Haiden and the girl turned to face me. I recognized her quickly and my heart throbs even more. "Get out." Haiden turns to Sasha and roars fiercely. She jumps, startled as she scurries out of the bathroom like her ass was lit on fire, nearly shoving me in the process. I don't look at Haiden as I shove the pants towards him, not caring if they fell to the ground. "Here." I said lowly and turned around to walk out. "Bella-" Haiden starts but I cut him off. "Just put on the pants. I'm going to check on Gwen." I said and walked out before he could say anything else. I didn't know why I was so angry when it was clear that he pushed Sasha away. But I knew it was because I realized that there were prettier girls than me that lined up for his attention. What Haiden and I have, couldn't last could it? Eventually, he'd move on to the next girl just like he had always done before.