Novel & Cerita We Got That Hood Love

She steps out of the bathroom; her face is now free of makeup, her cheeks are flushed, and strands of her black hair are stuck to her face. “My make-up…” “Suited you.” I finish, tossing her one of my hoodies. I love the clothes they had picked out for her, but tonight I want her to keep a low profile. “Thank you…” She murmurs before pulling on the hoodie over the red blouse. Shame those tits had to be covered up… “Where are we going?” She asks when I pull my hood up and lead the way to the door. “Not to the middle of the woods to kill you. So relax.”

SUSAN Susan's phone wouldn't stop buzzing after Bode posted her pictures from Linda's birthday at the club the other night. In fact, that is her most-liked post on the gram and she still can't get over the fact that people would rather admire half-naked girls than fully clothed ones. She is bewildered as she reads comments upon comments from people who she assumed to be ghost followers and even some of her friends who only remember she exists whenever she posts a cute picture. She scoffs and laughs as she reads Bode's caption to her picture again "this guy is a fool!" Her phone buzzed again, this time it was Henry liking all her club pictures and adding possessive comments on each "Mine" "My

He felt as if he stood on the precipice of a shattered kingdom, the delicate balance of his life hanging in the balance. Underneath the protective shield of his hood, Alexander wrestled with conflicting emotions. He yearned to be there, to be a part of the mourning and the healing process, but the fear of rejection and punishment held him back. His hoodie became a symbol of both concealment and protection, a barrier between him and the harsh reality that awaited him should he step out from the shadows.

I did not want to breathe the same air as him for now. Abby murmured something under her breath but my mind was too hazy to make out of that. "Hey, hoodie girl." I heard a shout. "Me?" I pointed at myself as I asked Abby. Abby turned around to see. "As far as I can see, you are the only one wearing a hoodie." I had to see who was calling me and when I did, my brows immediately slammed together. "Hi, there." He waved his hand and walked towards me.

Colette asked. I looked down at my shirt. A gray hoodie. The same one I wore almost every day. "A hoodie," I said. "I love hoodies. Hoodies are the best invention in the history of inventions. Better than sliced bread. Better than the internet. You cannot cuddle with the internet." "You can cuddle with a hoodie?" "You can cuddle with a person wearing a hoodie. That is the point." She grinned. "Are you a hugger?" "I do not know. I have never thought about it."

But at the same time, he hated love. His hatred for love felt so familiar, so similar to what I had been feeling all this time, that it was as if I was feeling my own emotions through him. Fighting against that control, I quickly turned my body away. The contact was broken. I almost ran, trying to see who that person was, but all that remained was the shadow of someone walking away from the party. He was wearing a black hoodie. The dark pattern on the back of the hoodie naturally caught my attention.

I sighed. “Then we have to make sure he doesn’t see you,” I said, already moving to the closet. I had no idea what Ava owned, so I just grabbed the biggest, darkest thing I could find: a faded black hoodie with holes in the cuffs and what looked like a burn mark on one shoulder. “Put this on. Keep the Hood up, and your head down. If you don’t want to see anyone, we’ll find a path where you won’t.” She stared at the hoodie like it was a snake. The phone buzzed again, and this time she stuffed it deep in her pocket, still not answering. I wondered what it was like to be so wanted and so unable to answer the call.

They all laughed and continued to dance to the rhythm of the music. Bria brought them some drinks and snacks while the three were seated on the couch swaying their body as the music continued. “Bria, I want to give you this. I hope you like it.” Jane handed over a small box to Bria. “Oh my Gosh! You don’t have to, Jane. But thank you, you’re so sweet Bestie.” She hugged Jane and after that, she opened the box. She gasped when she saw what’s inside. It was the same crop top hoodie that Jane was wearing. It was color pink with an infinite sign at the middle. “Woah! This is so beautiful, Jane. Thank you so much. I really love it.” She giggled and excitedly wears it. “What the… Holy cow, Jane! T

I can see several people bonding with their family and friends. We reach the area where there's a man made lake. We sat down near it and stare at the water. I was starting to tell something to Mr. Hoodie when a gust wind pass in our direction. My hair suddenly covered my face. Great. When I swipe my hair out of my face I look at Mr. Hoodie beside me and gapes. His hoodie was removed. His face was expose. He's so "Beautiful" I blurted out. I immediately cover my mouth.

Those people were the same people who taunted Shadow and exploited her feelings. They took Shadow for granted, and for that, he hated them. “SO…” He mumbled it, watching all the important figures of SO unmoving on the floor. “SQE…” And the SQE members who were slightly in better shape than SO. “He- hey~!” The blonde man that was wearing a sleeveless knee-length hoodie - with the striped white and black like a jail residence and the ears of a hyena planted on the hoodie - raised his hand at them. “I don’t take her for granted.”