Behind the Hoodie

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Chapter 10

I wake up, and I turn over to see if I can go back to sleep but that’s when I realize that Will is still asleep. I soon come to the conclusion that I won’t be able to fall back asleep so I quietly get out of bed and I go to the bathroom to take a shower. I get to the and take off my clothes. I look in the mirror and luckily all of my bruises are starting to fade, well except the one I got yesterday. I get in the shower and turn on the warm water. When I get under it, I can slowly feel my muscles relax a little bit. God, I don’t remember the last time I had a warm shower, so I stand there for a few minutes before I remember that I had school. I look around the shower hoping that they have shampoo and conditioner but disappointingly they didn’t so I ended up using Will’s shampoo.

After I get out of the shower, I dry off and wrap a towel around myself. I look around to find my clothes, but that’s when I realize that I didn’t bring my clothes with me. I slowly and quietly go back to the room hoping to not be seen but to my amazing luck, when I get in the room Will is sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his hands down his face. He slowly looks up at me and gives me a confused look.

“I forgot my clothes,” I say and nod my head to the clothes on the bed. He doesn’t say anything instead he grabs my clothes and hands them to me. “Thank you.” He nods his head in response.

I turn to leave and head towards the bathroom.

“Wait a minute, didn’t you walk into the bathroom with clothes on?” He asks me. I nod my head confused about where he is going with this.

“Well, doesn’t that mean you didn’t have to walk out here in a towel when you could have put those clothes on?”

What the actual hell! He is right that was so dumb.

“Sorry,” I say.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know. I thought I needed to.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you don’t want to see me without clothes. I tried to be quiet but you were already awake.”

“Why do you think I wouldn’t want to see your body?”

“Because I’m ugly and nobody wants to see my body,” I say with tears feeling my eyes.

“That is not true...far from true.”

“Thank you,” I say and a tear falls down my face. “I’m gonna go get dressed.” He nods and I walk out.

When I get out of the room, I run to the bathroom. I shut the door, I hurriedly get dressed and walk out. When I open the door I see that Will has his pants on but he doesn’t have a shirt.

Of course I knew he had muscles but little did I know that he looked like a freaking greek god. He looks like a freaking mountain of muscle. God, no wonder girls swoon over him.

He turns around and his brown eyes met my blue ones. I quickly look away to avoid his stare.

“Did you enjoy the view?”

“Yes...I mean n-no...shit no...that’s n-not w-what I meant...” I say stumbling over almost every word. I was so embarrassed, that was until he started to chuckle.

“It’s ok Bailey, if we are being honest, I enjoy the view of you every time you are around.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you are beautiful.”

“No,” I try and say but it comes out as a muffle. “No I’m not. Didn’t you see all my scars?” I ask louder.

“You are so fucking beautiful it’s ridiculous, with scars or not,” he says and starts walking towards me. I flinch a little when he gets to me he grabs my face with his hands. I look up at him through my eyelashes. Before I realize what he’s doing he lowers his head and our lips meet. I don’t know what to do because it’s my first kiss. He pulls away.

“Why aren’t you kissing me back?” He asks me and I look down.

“I don’t know how to,” I say and my cheeks start getting warm obviously from blushing.

“Well, just follow my lead.” I nod in response. He lowers his head down and our lips join. I slowly but surely learn what to do so I try and hope that I’m not horrible. We pull away after a while, I look down and smile. I look up through my eyelashes and see that he is smiling to. He looks at his phone to see what time it is.

“Shit,” under his breath. “We need to go. We are late.” And with that we leave.

When we walk into the class everyone looks at us. Some people looked confused, some looked disgusted, some looked like they didn’t care, and mostly all the girls looked at me with a weird look. Jealousy? Hatred?

“Ms. Boyle and Mr. Barnett, why are you late?” Mrs. Hinley asks.

“They were probably having some fun, if you know what I mean,” a boy in the back of the class said.

“Mr. Wyatt! Outside now!” Mrs. Hinley yelled. This whole time everyone was laughing...well not everyone. Rachel was sitting at her desk glaring at me, and if looks could kill, I would be six feet under.

After class I go to my next class and of course, I was there before everyone else. So I go to my seat but before I could even get halfway the door opens. I turn around to see who it was and it was Rachel. Crap.

She goes to me and pulls my by my hair. She pushes me against the wall by my neck and punches me in the face. I can already tell that I’m going to have a bruise on my neck and face.

“I thought I told you to stay the hell away from Will!” She yells at me. I don’t know where the sudden courage came from.

“Good story, but in what part do you shut the hell up?” As soon as I realize what I said I instantly regret it.

“You bitch!” She yells and she raises her hand like she was about to slap me, when the door opened. Will walks in and looks at the situation.

“What the hell are you doing!” He yells at her. She runs over to him and automatically rubs her hands down his chest.

“She is taking you away from me baby,” she says innocently.

“I was never yours to take!” He yells, “keep your hands off of me and Bailey. And I mean it do not touch her!” He then looks at me and holds out an arm, “come here Bailey.” And with that I run to him and put my arms around him.

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