Ava's PoV
I woke up to the sensation of someone caressing my hair. It felt warm and comforting. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ezra sitting on my bed, his hand gently running through my hair. Is this real or just a dream? I couldn't believe my eyes. He had a frown on his face, and it was clear that something was bothering him..
"Ouch!" I exclaimed as he pinched my cheeks. Oh gosh, it's real! I quickly snapped out of my daze and wiped my mouth, just in case I had drooled while sleeping. Why the fuck he's here?
"Who the heck made you cry like this? Tell me, and I'm gonna fucking beat him up," he said with a serious tone, his anger evident. But there was no way I could ever tell him that it was him who made me cry, right?
"Nothing," I replied, trying to brush it off. He gave me a sharp gaze, clearly not convinced by my response.
"I'm not gonna ask you twice. Tell me who the fuck made you cry? Look at your eyes, they're swollen, your nose is reddened, and the dampness of your pillow is fucking annoying. Just fucking tell me who it was, and I'll take care of the rest," he insisted, his voice filled with frustration. But I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth though.
"I'm just tired, so leave me alone. Just go and have fun with Isabella," I said, hiding my face under my blanket, hoping to escape the conversation.
"I don't want to see you cry, Ava," he said softly, his words are not comforting at all. God knows who's making me cry here.
"I'm not in the mood, and you won't understand me either, so just leave me alone, Ezra," I snapped, my bitterness seeping through. But to my surprise, he didn't leave. Instead, he lay down next to me, resting his head on my pillow, just like we used to when we were young. He looked at me, raising one of his eyebrows in a challenging manner.
"I'm not gonna leave you alone until you tell me everything," he declared, his determination shining through. I sighed, realizing that his annoying side was truly annoying, but deep down, I couldn't help but to feel happy with this little attention from him.
"I like someone, and he likes someone else," I confessed, looking directly into Ezra's eyes. He seemed surprised, probably because it was the first time I had opened up to him about liking someone else. Of course, I couldn't tell him that I actually liked him.
"You like someone, and he likes someone else?" he repeated, seeking confirmation. I nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. "That's a mess. Just find someone else - ahhh!!!" Before he could finish his sentence, I punched him really hard in the tummy. My gosh, he's so dense!
"It's not that fucking easy! I've tried to stop many times, but I can't," I said, my voice trembling as tears streamed down my face. Damn, he was frustrating me!
"W-why the fuck are you crying?!" he asked, clearly taken aback. Instead of answering, I turned my back to him, wanting to shut him out.
"You're not helping at all! Just leave me alone, Ezra," I snapped, but to my surprise, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into an embrace from behind. In an instant, my frustration vanished, replaced by nervousness and a flurry of butterflies in my stomach. Why was I so fucking easy to get? My gosh,he was so close, and I could even feel his body against my back. Fuck, I need to calm down!
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that... It's just... I don't understand why you never told me anything before," he said in a low tone, his words whispered against the back of my neck that really tickling me inside.
"It's fine," I barely managed to say. It was the first time he had ever held me like this, and my god, I was going crazy. But I couldn't bring myself to push him away because I... Like it too.. what a mess.
"Do you like him so much?" he asked, and I hesitated to answer but ..
"Yeah, I like him so much," I admitted but to my surprise, I felt his hands tighten around my stomach.
"So you're going after him now? Who is he anyway? Is he kind? Will he love you back? Just forget him if he's not worth it. Focus on your studies and don't even think about dating someone you barely know," he magged at me! Wow, coming from someone who's pursuing a girl for god damn five years?
"You don't need to know who he is, and besides... I'm not going to do anything because he likes someone else," I explained, and I heard him let out a long sigh.
"Why are you suddenly obsessed with having a boyfriend? You never used to care about dating before," he questioned, and I couldn't help but laugh sarcastically inside my head.
"I also want to experience a school romance, you know," I replied,and he remained silent. Did I somehow manage to anger him or something?
"Do you want someone to text you every day, eat with you at school, and all those adult stuff?" he asked with his serious tone.
"Yeah," I reluctantly responded. Whenever we were with our friends, he would say it's fine for me to have a boyfriend. But when we were alone, he would discourage me. He's really confusing. But there's no way he could be jealous, right? He doesn't even like me in the first place. That would be absurd.
"Then I'll-" he began to say, but before he could finish his sentence, my phone suddenly rang. I sighed and reluctantly reached for my phone to see who was calling. It was William. Why so sudden?
"Who is it?" Ezra asked, his voice tinged with annoyance. I gently removed his arm around my tummy and sat down. Ignoring his question, I answered the phone call.
"Hello?" I said, trying to sound composed.
"... Ava, are your feet tired?" William suddenly asked, catching me off guard.
"Why?" I replied, curious about his unexpected question.
"Because you've been running through my mind all day," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. I couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, you're so corny! Where did you get that line?" I asked, struggling to contain my laughter.
"Nothing, I just felt like I needed to cheer you up, and it seems like I succeeded. Hearing you laugh is worth it. Anyway, that's all. Bye," he said, and then he hung up the phone. So he called just to deliver that cheesy pickup line? I couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity of it all. And as I glanced at Ezra, who was now wearing a frown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Perhaps, deep down, he was more affected by my interactions with other man.
"Seems like you're having fun with him, huh?" Ezra said, his tone filled with annoyance. I couldn't understand what was wrong with him.
"Why not? He's really funny. He called just to tell me that I've been running through his mind all day. Isn't that sweet?" I replied, a smile on my face. But before I could fully enjoy the moment, Ezra threw a pillow at me, hitting me square in the face.
"Hey, are you crazy?!" I exclaimed, retaliating by hitting him back with the pillow. Yes, I was literally smacking him in the face with a pillow.
"Nah, I was trying to cheer you up. I saw you crying in your sleep, but you never smiled at me. Yet, with just a few words from him, you burst into laughter. It's not fair, Ava," he said, his voice filled with frustration. I stopped hitting him, taken aback by his words. It's still processing in my brain.
"So you hugged me just to cheer me up?" I asked, seeking clarification. He nodded, and I couldn't help but laugh. This was why I didn't want to expect anything from him. He always drew a line after being sweet. He's really annoying sometimes.
"Whatever, Ezra. You'll never understand me," I said, turning to walk away but he just stripped his shirt right in front of me and threw it at my face.
"Yahh! You've been targeting my ....face" I couldn't help but swallow nervously as I looked at his bare chest.
"Wear it," he said, bringing me back to my senses. Oh my goodness, I almost drooled.
"Ahem, why would I wear this?" I asked, trying to regain my composure. He pointed to his chest so I looked at my chest, and when I looked down, I noticed a red mark on me left tits. It looked like a hickey.
"...." But why do I suddenly have one?
"Hey," I paused, my eyes widening as I realized it, and he just smiled mischievously.
"Do you really think I'd let you walk around with that tin bikini?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I was dumbfounded. He had given me a hickey while I was sleeping!
"You crazy bastard!" I exclaimed, ready to pull his hair, but he quickly jumped out of the window before I could even grab him.
"Go ahead and show them your hickey if you want," he said, his words barely audible as he happily ran away like a madman.
"You.. you really knew how to cross the line" I muttered as I sat down on the floor.
See? How could I move on if he's like this? He's constantly drawing lines between us, only to erase them whenever he pleases. He's truly infuriating.
I embraced and smelled his shirt. Fuck, I'm so happy. At the end of the day, you're the only one who can make me feel this feelings. You're the one who's being unfair here, Ezra.
To be continued.