NOAH
Things were starting to irritate me. The music seems like noise, the dance seems annoying, even the laughter from across the room is pissing me off.
I take another shot, this shot glass is way too small. I stretch my arm across the table to get the plastic red cup only to get it pushed away by someone.
I look up to see Asher.
"Man chill, you've been going on for ages now", he says then tries to take the bottle from me but I move it away from his reach.
"Just back off", I say, taking a swing from the bottle. "I'm not drunk", I inform him.
"Yeah but you will be soon enough if you keep going", he says then scoffs, "What is wrong with you? Dude why?", he asks with a look of stupefaction.
"Her?, are you for real?", he asks and I look at him. He shakes his head, "She's literally a zero",
I grab him by the collar and shove him to the wall. A few gasps erupt from the little crowd in the room, "If you ever!", I warn menacingly, shoving him against the wall again.
"Talk about her like that again.. I will end you", I say with utmost rage and he stares at me in shock. His eyebrows twitch then firms up in anger as he pushes me away.
"Save your threats for your rival", he says then storms out of the room to the actual party.
The stares registered to me intensifies so I walk out as well, grabbing the bottle of alcohol with me. I head outside and to my car.
I take a gulp of the vodka.
"Ugh!", I loudly groan as I kick the car tyre. Why the hell did I let her go? What the actual fuck- and I let that cheap stake take her home.
"Noah you screw up", I say, hitting my head repeatedly. "Fuck!".
"Are you okay?", I turn to see if Abby had come back but unfortunately it's just a blonde haired girl. What's so enticing about that?
"We literally see that everyday", I blurt out and she looks at me in confusion.
"What?",
"Can't you get a better hair color, perhaps like ginger", I say and she looks lost as she touches her hair. I scoff getting into my car.
"Bunch of boring people", I mumble and just as I prepare to shut the door, she holds it in place.
"Noah, you can't drive", Loren says and I sigh. Can this day get any more drama filled? She's literally the cause of all this.
"Can you ever not bring bad luck with you?", I ask and her eyebrows bend into a bit of confusion and anger.
"Bad luck?",
"Yeah, whenever you come you make her run away",
"The fat girl?", she questions with clear anger now.
"Don't call her that", I warn and she scoffs.
"We'll talk about that later now give me the bottle", she says and so I give it to her. She seems shocked but even more shocked when I push her away so I can close the door.
I quickly put the locks down so when she tries to open it, it doesn't budge. "Noah you're drunk, you can't drive", she says, banging her hands on the window.
"I'm her Noah.. not yours", I say then step on the gas so she moves away from the car leaving me to drive out of there.
Why did she have to be there? At that moment where Loren decides to pull her stupid stunt. This is all my fault, I should've never gotten involved with someone like that in the first place. I'm so stupid.. I'm even more clumsier than she is.
I wish she could see herself through my eyes. To see how pretty she looked, to see how much I wanted every inch of her.. her sluggishness, her clumsiness, even her flabs she's so embarrassed of.. I want everything that forms her whole being.
I want her.. I want Abby Flenory.
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"And touchdown!", coach yells and the junior subs sitting on the bleachers clap. I take my helmet off then push away my hair that was sticking to my forehead due to the sweat that had formed there.
I walk up to coach who was hollering at me, "Noah",
"Yeah coach?", I say once I get to him.
"With the way you're going this season it's gonna be one of our best yet", he says, tapping me on the back.
"Sure".
The cold water from the shower hits my back and I close my eyes but then open them at the thought of her. I swallow, letting out a few deep breaths.
When I step out of the shower, I dry my hair with a towel while another's wrapped around my waist. I'm having shower thoughts now?.
"What are you doing to me Abby Flenory?", I question openly.
"Hmm?", I look ahead to see one of my teammates giving me a confused look.
"Uh, what's the game doing to all of us right?", I dryly chuckle and he nods chuckling as well. I move to my locker to get dressed.
As I walk to my car I'm stopped by a familiar blonde. Kinda like deja vu.. but not entirely cause I'm gonna put an end to it.
"Hi Noah", she says, adding a purr at the end so it sounded somewhat seductive.
"I can't", I say so she raises a brow.
"What?",
"I can't deal with your drama right now", I say then walk past her to my car.
"I just said hi.. hey", she calls out trying to catch up with me. "Don't walk out on me", she says with gritted teeth as she grabs a hold of my arm.
I look down at it and back at her, "Take. Your. Bullshit. Elsewhere", I say then roughly pull my arm away so she's staggering back.
She stares at me with disbelief as I get into the car. I drive out of the parking lot not sparing her a glance.
She's so fucking annoying. Ugh!. I roll my eyes as I drive home. Girl seriously needs to take a hint.
As I get down from my car, I let out a sigh looking ahead to the Flenory's residence.
I wonder if she's home.. I look above to her window, well there's only one way to find out.
I walk into the house quickly heading to my room, only to get stopped by my dad walking down the stairs putting my haste to a stop.
"Noah, just got off the phone with your coach. He says you're doing pretty well..", he trails as he gets down to where I stood. Well that was fast.
He places a hand on my shoulder, "Keep it up and don't flop", he says then locks eyes with me, "You can't fail". I watch him walk away and further into the living room.
I sigh then continue my walk upstairs. I've got other important things right now than ponder on that.
I get into my room and immediately head for the window. I open it and look across to hers.. it's empty. She's not back yet? Where could she be?.
My grip on the window sill tightens as the thought that she might be with that buzz head flies through my mind.
I climb out of my window, might be too early for this but I couldn't care less. I climb down the window and once I'm a few feet away from the ground, I jump down.
I walk over to Abby's and help myself up with the help of the vines leading it's way to her window and the roof. Luckily her window's open so I freely let myself in.
Her strawberry scent immediately engulfs me and I'm swooning. God, I miss holding her close to me. I wonder if her lips taste just as she smells.
I walk into her room, the noise of the Tv finds it's way up here and I assume her mum's in the living room.
I literally have no idea what I'm doing here but I am either way. Should I write a letter? Maybe to tell her I'm sorry or..
"Fuck", I curse, holding my head in my hands. What am I gonna do? How do I make things right?.
The sound of footsteps approaching brings me away from my thoughts and I'm in a bit of panic.
"Shit", I say looking for a place to hide. Her closet? No, she's gonna go there.. Her bathroom.. nope.. my eyes land on her bed so I quickly rush to it and let myself roll under.
The door opens almost immediately and I watch as Abby walks into the room. I hold a chuckle at how small her feet are. They're so cute.
She comes closer to the bed so I slowly move away. There's a small creak sound as she sits on it. She sighs a bit and I wonder what could make her sound so stressed out.
She stays on her bed for a while before she gets up and I see her legs moving towards the bathroom.. her cute legs. I smile but then pause when she stops.
"Why does it smell like Noah in here?", she asks and my smile widens. She knows my scent?!.. Noah 1 - Buzz 0. I bet she doesn't know how that dirt bag smells.
She walks into the bathroom and I take it as my cue to leave. I crawl out from underneath her bed and when I stand I see all her books are sprawled all over her bed.
I notice her Statistics textbook's on her bedside table. Guess failing that question really bugged her out.. and that trash can thought he could play superman.. I hold a scoff.
I'm her superman.
My eye catches her sketch book so I pick it up. Always wondered what she drew in here and why she drew him and not me.
My frown turns into a smile when I see a cartoon drawing of us. Our names boldly crested underneath. I trace it with my fingers.
I look at the date above the drawing and my eyes widen when I see it's a year ago. She's been drawing me ever since and here I was wondering why he was so special enough to get himself here. Bro! I'm in all the pages.
If I rip one off will she know?. Maybe I should just leave it till whenever she decides to show it to me.
I quickly drop the book going out the window. I climb down and rush over to mine climbing up the window before getting into my room.
I shut the window close and when I see her walk up to her window I turn the lights off, letting out a sigh.
I chuckle a bit and heave a sigh of relief. She's so mine.