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Chapter Six
My weekend proved uneventful. All I did was snuggle up in bed and watch Netflix with Bruce and Angel. Logan and Chloe came over to watch a few movies, and I went to the park for like an hour on Saturday, but aside from that I did absolutely nothing.
Thankfully, I was able to get through the day today without falling asleep in any of my classes, and I'm on my way out of English and out of school.
"Hey, Reagan wait up!" Noah calls, quickly packing up his things and rushing over to me. I stop and wait for him with a smile, and he matches it as he catches up to me. "Where are you off to in such a rush?" He asks.
I chuckle, "It's Monday, I was in a rush to get out of here."
Noah directs his dazzling smile towards me. "I don't blame you. But I thought maybe I had done something, you seemed annoyed during class."
I shake my head. "No, not at all. If anything, you're the one that made that class bearable."
He grins at me, his light brown eyes shining against the poorly lit hallways. "That's certainly good to hear."
I smile back at him, but a blush forces me to look sheepishly away.
"You know, you have a beautiful smile." He compliments, trying to catch my eye.
I continue to look away since my face is as red as a clowns nose, and I tuck some hair behind my ear.
"Thank you."
Before he's able to respond, I hear his name called from somewhere behind us.
"Noah!"
I look down the hall behind us to see two girls making their way over. Noah stops walking and smiles politely at them as they reach us.
"Hey Emma, Izzy." He greets, looking between them. "What's up?"
"Sorry to pull you away, but we had a question about the night for the class council meeting?" Izzy asks.
Noah turns towards me with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I've gotta talk about this...but I'll see you in class tomorrow."
I nod at him and start walking again, waving it off with a lighthearted smile. "Yeah, see you!"
I continue on my way to my locker, trying to decipher Noah. He's a sweet guy, but he doesn't make me feel the way the love letters do. No one does. There is something about the intimacy of those letters that no one can match.
I've thought about what it may be like to date Noah before, but it's hard to imagine when I don't know him well enough. However, I don't fail to notice how attractive he and his personality are.
My thoughts get interrupted when I see Hayden at my locker, and that's enough to put me in a sour mood. What makes me even more annoyed is the fact that he's not alone.
He has a girl pressed against the lockers, their lips locked in a fierce battle for dominance that my poor locker has to sit through. Annoyance floods my system as I storm up to them and cross my arms angrily. I rapidly tap my foot as I wait for him to notice my presence and pull apart from whatever girl is suffering through their kiss.
They don't stop making out, if anything things just get more heated. I huff and finally say something to interrupt them. "The janitor's closet is right down the hall, you know."
Hayden pulls away from the girl, and now that I see her face I still don't recognize her. He looks me up and down, a certain gleam to his eye.
"It's about time you showed up. I would have thought you would rush to your locker to get the hell out of here, like everyone else at this school." He says, completely ignoring the girl who's arms are still looped around his neck.
I roll my eyes, "Mind telling me what you're doing at my locker?" I ask, shifting my weight to one foot to show my level of impatience.
The girl seems to realize it's her time to leave, because she moves away from my locker, winks at Hayden, glares at me, and finally saunters away. Hayden doesn't watch her go and directs his attention to me, crossing his now free arms.
He smirks down at me. I've never actually stood in front of Hayden, we always sit in art so I never realized just how tall he is. Sure I saw him when he almost rammed into me that time in the hallway last week, but at the time I was too irritated to take note of his height. He must be at least 6'2", if not taller.
"I saw you walking with Noah," he hums. "What's going on there? It obviously isn't enough since you came crying to me for some more action last week."
I narrow my eyes at him and his stupid good looks. "First of all I definitely did not come to you 'crying for some more action' as you so kindly put it. I was asking you to move seats, not give me nightmares for life."
Hayden just chuckles shortly and uncrosses his arms, standing up a little straighter instead of leaning his shoulder on my locker.
At least 6'3".
As much as I don't like him, I do notice the way his dark blue shirt fits him so well. It hugs his arms in a way to show he has enough muscle not to be messed with and it leaves just enough to the imagination of what lies beneath. But I have no doubt that all he's hiding are some killer abs.
The dark blue color of his shirt contrasts his jet black hair and bright blue eyes, and I curse God for making him so god damn attractive.
"So, why are you at my locker?" I ask again, praying to god I wasn't staring at him.
From the way his smirk lifts just enough for me to notice, I realize I was definitely staring.
"I want your number." He states smoothly.
I almost blush and get defensive. "What? Why?" I snap out.
He chuckles and shakes his head almost mockingly. "Don't get your hopes up, Cupcake. I need it for the project."
Before I can answer, someone else's voice is directed towards us from down the hall.
"Hey Hayden, how come you're over here, man?"
I turn my head to see his best friend Cole walking over to us. The way he moves radiates confidence, just like Hayden, but for some reason Cole doesn't bother me nearly as much. His persona just has that softer feel to it and it's more inviting.
When he looks at me, he grins and instantly his persona changes. "And why is someone as beautiful as you standing here with someone as grotesque as him?" He asks, turning on his charm.
Cole succeeds in making me blush, and from the corner of my eye I see Hayden roll his eyes. How is someone so sweet friends with someone so vile like Hayden?
"I mean come on babe, look at him and then look at me."
Ah. That's why.
"I wouldn't even try, Cole. It seems Reagan here is spoken for by none other than Noah Stone. Or Logan." Hayden says, and I direct my attention back to him.
I scoff, "Why would you care?"
"You didn't deny either of them." He says, cockiness infecting his voice.
I glare up at him and grit my teeth. "I'm not dating either of them." I say, setting the record straight. "Also, do you mind moving away from my locker? I still want to leave this hell they call school."
"Once I get your number." He states, not moving an inch.
I think he wants me to blow up on him.
With an irritated sigh, I put out my hand and wait for him to give me his phone.
"Uh, bro, I think she wants you to hold her hand?" Cole says, but I just turn my hard glare to him and he places his hands up in surrender. "Hot and feisty." He mutters, trying to hide an attracted grin.
Hayden looks at him and laughs. "That's what I said last week."
Cole laughs and they do a bro-hug thing, and then Hayden finally gives me his phone. I hastily put my number in and hand it back to him, trying to glare holes into his head.
"Was that my ticket to getting you away from my locker?" I ask, tired of this conversation.
Sure, I have two of the hottest guys at school hanging out at my locker while talking to me, but they also happen to be kind of insufferable.
"Thanks Cupcake, I'll text you about the project." He winks, placing his phone back in his pocket. He slides it through the pocket of his jeans, and my eyes linger on his butt. I wonder how much he squats?
I watch his butt as he walks away with Cole, and I throw around some wild guesses. Maybe 150lbs? 200? Possibly even 250.
As I stare, Logan comes into my view and my eyes focus in on him instead of Hayden.
"What were you looking at, Ray?" He asks, glancing down the hall that is thankfully still partially cluttered, so he can't tell exactly who I was looking at. If he did, I would never hear the end of it.
"And how come you're still here? School ended, like...almost ten minutes ago." He says, checking his watch.
I turn towards my locker and finally enter in my combination. "I got stopped by a few people who wanted to talk." I mutter.
Logan nods and throws his hands into his pockets. "Well I would love to stay and chat, but Vicky wants to Skype in exactly fifteen minutes so I need to get home, do a few push-ups to make me look all swelled, get the candles and the rose petals set up, and then get the lube and the-"
"Ooookay!" I yell, stopping him before he even has the chance to finish that sentence.
"You didn't even let me finish," he pouts, kicking the ground.
I sigh, "That was the point."
"All we're gonna do is like sext over video chat. Like a live, individual porno." He says with a shrug.
"God Logan!" I gag, closing my eyes and shaking my head to rid that disgusting image. "Just get out of here and go...'skype' with Vicky."
He grins and kisses my cheek, "I'll see you tomorrow, Reagan!" He exclaims, rushing down the hall and out the school doors into freedom.
I watch him leave, practically skipping his way to his car, and then I open my locker like I've been trying to do for the past ten minutes. Moving around some books and switching some out, I find the forgotten poptart I placed in my locker this morning to eat as a snack, and resting behind it is a white envelope with a small red heart.
I don't worry that this secret admirer breaks into my locker, because from the placing of the letter I can tell he just slides it in through the slits on the front while it's closed.
I grin and snatch it out of my locker, staring at the love letter through excited eyes. My heart starts pounding quicker and I try to think of what it's going to say this time.
The mystery of what my secret admirer has to say is what makes this process so riveting, because every one of his letters is unique in its own way.
Sometimes he talks about me, like the letter he wrote about my smile. But other times he will tell me his take on love, or he tells me what someone has once said to him and how he either agrees or disagrees. The one thing every letter has in common, however, is they all are designed to make me feel the love he's conveying.
Dear Beautiful,
My parents used to tell me that I shouldn't rely on another person to fill the empty spaces in my heart. They tell me that I'm just as strong on my own, that I don't need someone to make me happy. I know that. But the way I see it, those empty spaces are meant to be filled. They're only shaped for another person to fill, and I can't fill them on my own.
I love myself, and I know I will be just fine by myself, but in the end I can't hold myself in times of need. I can't roll over and hug myself to fall back asleep.
Life is about love, and love is meant to be shared.
So, beautiful, if someone tells you that you shouldn't rely on love, you tell them that that's what love is. It's relying on someone else to take care of your heart and fill those empty spaces made only for them. I can only hope that one day I end up being that someone for you.
Love,
Anonymous.