Chapter 7: Bitter and sweet

HAYDEN’S POV

The rumor about Lilian was now spreading fast.

By noon, people weren't even pretending anymore. I could see heads tilting as I walked by, whispers curling through the quad like smoke. My phone had been buzzing nonstop. The group chats were on fire, and the T*****r page had lots of comments.

Someone had already decided that I was now collecting friends, like Pokémon cards.

I didn't bother opening any of it.

I was halfway across the campus when I saw her pushing through the crowd.

It was Ella Knox, it was Stephen’s ex, and my fling. And because the universe apparently hates me–she was Lilian’s best friend.

Her blond hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, her jaw clenched so hard it could break in half. She spotted me and locked on, eyes sharp with jealousy and rage.

Ohhhh. It was about to get ugly.

“Hayden.” She grabbed my arm. “We need to talk.”

I stopped walking but didn't turn to face her. “Wow, that’s funny. I thought you were avoiding being seen with me.”

She flinched. “There are reasons…”

“Yeah?” I finally looked at her. “Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you disappeared the second people started trolling me.”

Her mouth opened, then closed. Around us, I could see students slow down and try to pretend they weren't paying attention.

She noticed it too as she exhaled, “please….” She whispered. “Not here.”

I laughed, bitterly. “Now you care about the audience?”

She exhaled, then tugged my sleeves again. “Come on.”

I sighed, and against my better judgment, I followed her. She didn't stop until we were behind the bleachers. It was concrete and well hidden. The noise from the campus faded, replaced by the echo of our breathing sounds.

She turned to me. “Is it true?”

“Is that true?” I snapped.

“Don't do that.” Her voice shook with anger. “My friend and you? People said they saw you two together…..filtering. That you…”

“That I fucking smiled at someone?” My chest felt hot with rage. “Well congratulations, Ella. You can arrest me for that.”

“You know it wasn't just that.”

I stepped closer, my eyes narrowing. “The fucking say what you have in that damn mind of yours.”

She hesitated. “Are you replacing me?”

Something in me cracked. “Replacing you?” I repeated. “Ella, you fucking vanished. You wouldn't answer my calls, you didn't want people to see us together after the fucking scandal about the dick you call a boyfriend.”

“Ex….Stephen is my ex.” She interrupted me.

“I don't give a fuck. You let people drag my name through the mud….and suddenly, I am the problem?”

Tears swelled in her eyes. “You don't understand what it is like.”

“No,” I said, coldly. “I fucking do. I understand exactly what it's like to be embarrassed by the person who’s supposed to be on your side.”

That hit hard. She looked away. “Stephen….”

“Don't…” my voice rose at the sound of his name. “Don't you fucking bring up his name. I didn't do it for myself. You chose to fuck me and you fucking enjoyed that shit.”

Her shoulders sagged. “I was scared,” she whispered. “Everyone was watching. My friends, the school, the blogs. I didn't know how to stand next to you without it blowing back on me.”

I saw, allowed, anger and something worse clawed up my throat. “So you decided to pretend I didn't exist."

Everywhere went silent. Then after a while, she stepped forward.

Her hands slid up my chest; she was hesitant at first, as if she were testing whether I would push her away. When I didn't, she closed the gap, her forehead brushing my collarbone.

“I don't want to lose you.” She murmured.

I stiffened. I could feel my dick getting harder but I kept my cool. “That’s not a freaking apology.”

Her fingers tighten around my shirt, as she finds my nipples and plays with them, making me gasp. “I know.”

She tiptoed and kissed me.

I pulled back immediately. “Ella.”

She didn't stop. Her lips traced my jaw and neckline. “I messed up,” she said in a fucking seductive tone. “I know I did. Let me fix it.”

“This isn't fixing it,” I said even though my dick and voice betrayed me. I was so fucking tuned on.

She pressed me back against the cold metal rails, her eyes looking into me. I could see how clouded it was with lust. Her hands dipped downwards, squeezing my dick hard. I let out a soft moan.

“Tell me you don't want to bend me over and fuck the life out of me?”

I didn't answer. I couldn't think of the way, she was stroking my dick, which made me forget a lot of things. She took my silence as a ‘yes’ and ran with it.

She unzipped my trousers and brought out my rock-hard dick. Her eyes shone with satisfaction. She wanted all of it.

She stroked it slowly, causing me to moan. “fuck, I missed this.” She said,

I hated her talking. I guided my dick to the entrance of her lips and slammed into it hard. I left out a satisfied moan as my dick hit the back of her throat. I held her head in placed and I fucked her little digitized lips, hard. I watched in pleasure as she choked on my dick.

“fuck, yes…take that dick. You slut.”

I could feel my nut sack shrinking. I was about to cum and I wanted her to swallow every last bit of it.

“fuck….I'm about to cum. You are going to swallow every last bit of this.”

I slammed into her lips harder and in the next stroke, I cummed so hard. I watched her smile as she took all my cum down her throat.

She pulled her dick from her mouth. “Fuck, I love the taste of your cum.”

“Yes, you do bitch.”

She got up, touching herself. I knew she was soaking wet and a part of me wanted to go down and lap up that pussy juice like a starved dog but I held myself.

She saw my hesitancy. She bent down backward to give me a view of that pussy. Fuck!

“I don't want to. I also don't want you, Ella. Wear your fucking clothes and leave I don't ever want to see you.”

She looked shocked. “Hayden.”

I walked out without looking back. “Fuck off bitch.”