into your arms Chapter Two I was sitting in my room when the intruder barged in. Okay, so he wasn't an intruder, but...close. I snapped my eyes up and he flashed me an arrogant grin. I was going to have to live with that for a whole school year? I didn't even try to hide the disgust on my face. "Can I help you?" I snapped. He smirked suggestively and raised his eyebrows, "If you want, sure." I gave him a blank stare and looked back down at the book I was reading. I used to go out on the weekend. Now, not so much. My mother was all the more protective. My dad overworked himself too much. All my fault. I tried to keep the guilt at bay. Cruz cleared his throat. I ignored him, flipping the page. "So you're really going to read all day?" he asked me. I flipped him the bird. Maybe he would do better with hand gestures. He flopped down onto my bed. I sighed heavily. Nope. "What's your name, anyway?" "Hazel." Maybe he would finally leave me alone if I just answered his stupid questions. I looked up at him, then. I jumped backwards, dropping my book. I hadn't realized how close his face was to mine since I had been hunched over my book. "Jeez!" I snapped at him, trying to hide my flushed cheeks. I turned away from him. "Jumpy much?" he sniggered. I glared at him. He didn't even know. If he knew how I got like this, he wouldn't have said anything. My hands brushed over my stomach like they always did. Sometimes I didn't even realize I was doing it until I looked down. He must've realized I wasn't joking around because he stopped laughing at me, and left soon after. I sat back down on my bed, swallowing the huge lump in my throat. Cruz's POV: This huge house was making me dizzy. I tried to find the girly guestroom the lady had given me, yellow curtains and baby blue sheets and all, and thought about Hazel. She'd be smoking hot if she wore less baggy clothes, and maybe pushed her hair out of her eyes once in a while. She was even reading. On the weekend. Who does that? I shuddered. I finally found the room, and thought about Ruth, Hazel's mother I guess. She was decent. She didn't hover around me every five seconds like the people in the foster home had and gave me a roof over my head. I flipped down onto the small bed, exhaling through my nose. My door opened a crack. I almost cricked my neck I turned so fast. Raising my eyebrows, I saw Hazel in the doorway. A smirk spread across my lips.- - - - - hi guys. lol. yup another chapter finally ~
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