Chapter 17
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(Elodie)
I swear I could feel him. The way his lips brushed against mine, how his fingertips gripped my chin firmly, and the way his warm breath fanned against my skin.
I've had this dream so many times before. My mind always wandered to places I knew it would never go in real life. But this time, it was different. Instead of Hudson being the one I was kissing, it was Beckett.
I awoke with a gasp, my eyes snapping open as I sat up in bed, looking around my room anxiously.
It felt so real. Maybe because it was mere hours ago that it really happened. I kissed Beckett Storm last night.
I swear I could still taste him on my lips. The way they tingled caused my hand to reach up and touch them as I glanced toward my door frowning.
That's when I saw the sliver of light peeking through.
Did I forget to close my door?
This weird feeling began to creep up inside of me. Like I was being watched or something as I reached over, grabbing my phone.
6:23 a.m.
I guess I'm awake now. Ugh, it took me hours to fall asleep last night.
I couldn't believe Beckett just left me like that, and what he said, why was that bothering me so much?
He thought I wanted to use him to fulfill some sick fantasy or something. Okay, I know I messed up and said Hudson's name. But it was because I was trying to think of him, not that I already was.
No way in hell am I letting Beckett know that though. He would probably think that's even creepier. And who is he to judge? I'm 100% sure he was thinking of the girl he liked. Why else would he kiss me like that? And that other thing. He was... god, I can't even think about it.
The memory of Beckett pulling me on top of him flooded through my mind as I remembered feeling something hard beneath me. That had to be because of her, right? There's no way it was because of me.
I threw my blankets off of me before jumping out of bed. I needed to take a shower. I swear I can still smell him on me.
That's when I noticed one of my drawers was open, making me stop. I walked over, seeing my underwear sitting in the open drawer seemingly untouched. I quickly pulled out some panties and a matching bra before shutting it.
Maybe Ari found one of my bras in her laundry again and put it back.
After getting a clean shirt and jeans, I went towards my door and slowly pulled it open. Peeking my head out, I saw the coast was clear and practically ran to the bathroom across the hall.
The last thing I needed was to see Ari right now, especially after last night. She would know something was up immediately.
After shutting the bathroom door slowly, I flicked on the light and turned to face the mirror.
Oh god, I looked horrible.
Glancing at my reflection, I began to examine my lips first, realizing they were red and swollen. This is what making out does to you? Jeez, they even feel tender when I touch them.
I closed my eyes, picturing Beckett leaning into me as I felt my stomach flip. I swear I could see him perfectly. The way his black hair was pushed back like he had been running his hands through it. How he had a small scar going through his right eyebrow that made him look even more dangerous. He even had his ears pierced, I didn't realize that before.
Even though it was dark, and I could barely see Beckett, I swear it was like I truly saw him for the first time last night... and I don't know how to feel about that.
"Ugh, don't be an i***t Elodie. You are just being thirsty as hell." I grumbled, hating myself for the fact that one kiss had me feeling some type of way.
See, this is why Beckett left because he probably saw how into it I was getting.
I placed my phone on the sink before stripping off Beckett's hoodie and went to turn on the shower. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I froze immediately.
What the hell is that?!
I gasped, feeling my eyes go wide as they landed on the huge quarter-sized hickeys that now rested on the front and sides of my throat.
How am I going to hide these? There is no freaking way my concealer can cover them.
I began to panic, taking a washcloth before getting it wet and trying to rub it on my skin like it was some type of makeup or something.
Nope, that just made it even worse.
Hanging my head, I stared down into the sink, trying to come up with some type of game plan.
A scarf. I can just wear a scarf!
I quickly left the bathroom, heading towards my room as all thoughts of showering escaped me.
That's when I began searching through my closet, trying to find anything to wear. Luckily the weather has been getting colder lately, so it won't seem suspicious. How long does it take for hickeys to go away though?
Beckett totally did this on purpose didn't he... and here I was baring my neck to him like we were in some type of messed-up version of Twilight.
I finally found a blue scarf that had green polka dots all over it when I slumped to the floor, trying to calm myself down.
I'm supposed to see Beckett this morning. How was I even going to face him? After last night and how he just walked away from me, I didn't know what to think.
A part of me was hurt. Like maybe I let my feelings get into this, seeing it as my first kiss rather than what it really was.
It was just a lesson, nothing more. He was doing it to help me so I could win Hudson over. But why did my heart feel like this? Why did my body feel all shaky and my stomach sick?
I don't understand.
I fell back onto the floor, letting my arm drape over my eyes as I took a few steadying breaths.
"Don't you dare Elodie Jones." I whispered to myself, forcing whatever thoughts were trying to take over away as I sat up again. This time with more purpose.
I'm going to get this over with. Whatever Hudson has to give me, I will grab it and leave. Then the next time we see each other will be the night of the game.
Luckily I have classes all day today, so that will keep me busy.
I gripped the scarf tightly in my hands and headed back to the bathroom where I left my clothes.
I passed the sink, seeing my phone light up as my brows furrowed in confusion. Who was already texting me this early?
I reached for the phone and opened it, almost dropping it immediately after as I saw what was on it.
Beckett: Good morning Sunshine, better hurry up, I'm waiting.
And with it was a picture of Beckett Storm shirtless in what I'm guessing was the locker room.
Why the hell is he sending me that?!
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