Txt Hoodies Novels & Stories

He also had a variety of tattoos crawling up his neck and peeking from his sleeves. The last guy, the one who I presumed came in first, wore a black hoodie that his face from view. I could only make out curly brown hair. He walked slowly behind the guy in the leather jacket and stood with a slouch. His eyes seemed to be soully focused on his shoes, hiding behind his baggy jeans.

I always saw Hector go home early after school. “Right after I heard you got detention.” Oh, wow. He was not wearing his hoodie. He wore a black t-shirt with a wolf drawing on it. He looked a lot more comfortable in his clothes than I was in mine. I still had on my messed up purple top that lost the button to hide my cleavage and skinny jeans.

I immediately cover my mouth. Mr. Hoodie arch his brow first then furrow his brows in confusion. He's still did not notice that his hood was off his face. All this time I am talking to God's ultimate masterpiece?! He still can't figure out why am I staring at him like an idiot so I shakily pointed at his hoodie. He touch his head and realized what I am saying. I can't take my eyes off his face. His bluish-grey eyes partnered with that breathtaking face is so lethal. Black glossy thick hair, aristocratic nose, prominent jaw and cheek bones. Pink pouty lips.

“That hoodie is from the Lyperian Royal Academy. Lyperians take pride in that. They wouldn’t give it to just anyone, especially not to some…werewolf girl.” I stopped in my steps, feeling the color drain from my face. The realization finally hit me, and it hit hard. That smug smile on Nate’s face when I told him I wasn’t planning on giving back that hoodie was for a reason. Trinity kept talking, but I blocked out her voice, heading to my closet. I opened my drawer and pulled out the neatly folded hoodie to inspect the three letters on it. ‘LRA’ As if the symbol of the shield and sword weren’t obvious enough already.

Beneath them stood rows of polished leather boots and rugged jackets. I bypassed the suits, searching for something comfortable, until my eyes landed on a thick, soft grey hoodie. Rummaging a bit further, I found a drawer filled with his Calvin Klein designer boxers. I pulled out a matching light grey pair and slipped them on. Thankfully, because he was so massive, the boxers sat comfortably high on my waist, the hem reaching halfway down my thighs, while the oversized hoodie swallowed my frame completely, falling almost to my knees. It looked quite decent on me—like a cozy, makeshift dress.