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Arabella Rivera

Three weeks have gone by and keeping Haiden's and I relationship was getting a little more difficult. Acting like we weren't on speaking terms to ward off any curious eye was like a punch to the gut. It hurt because all I wanted to do was run up to him and kiss him like my life depends on it.

"Your hair's growing." Haiden playfully taps one of my short plaits with his pencil. I had to tie an elastic at the end just so it wouldn't unravel. Plaiting short hair was a huge pain in the ass.

We were in the library where we meet up occasionally so I could tutor him without my parents knowing. School ended an hour ago and we were all alone. While I was serious in teaching him, Haiden on the other hand, wasn't.

"I'm serious Haiden quit it we need to focus. Well, you need to focus." I grumble, pushing his hand away.

"You're so sexy when you get frustrated. " He whispers, and leans towards me until his hot breath brushed against my neck.