Chapter fifty-one
Novah
The ride back was...tense, to say the least, but it was much more lighthearted than the drive to the hospital. I was about to go back to my dorm room but I'm wayyyyy too tired to be driving again.
"You can have your room back," I tell Jon in the hallway.
"No, you're tired. Thank you for driving by the way."
"Alright, that's enough flirting," Matt says, standing right behind me with his arms crossed like an overprotective dad. I roll my eyes and sigh.
"Sleep well, Jon," I say and give him a quick hug.
"You too," he says and smiles at me. He nods at Matt and then walks down the hall to his room.
"Night Sky," I say and give her a hug.
"Night, Vee," I roll my eyes and smile at the nickname she forced onto me. She walks down the hall and into Jon's room. She decided to sleep there for the night.
I turn around and Matt is leaning against the wall. I decide to play a fun little trick on him.
"Bye, Matt. Have a good sleep." I say and give him a brief hug. I smile at him and he looks befuddled and a tad bit angry.
"Where do you think you're going, missy?" he asks and grabs my hand.
"Home. I'm tired."
"Okay, so am I. There's a bed in there where both of us will sleep,"
"You don't get to tell me where I'll sleep, Bye," I say defiantly and walk down the hall.
"Mmmmm, you're not going anywhere," he lifts me off the floor and over his shoulder. "Why do you always do this?" he opens the door to his room and plops me onto the bed, locking the door behind him.
"You're keeping me against my will," I joke.
"I can't sleep without you," He takes off Jon's tight black shirt and his jeans that he was wearing and jumps into bed. I decide to mess around with his feelings for a little longer. I stoop down and pick up Jon's black shirt.
"Where are you going with that?" he asks.
"I'm gonna go give it back," I say innocently.
"I'll do it tomorrow, you stay right here." I roll my eyes and groan, playfully.
"Get rid of the attitude, missy,"
"Maybe I need to be punished," I say boldly.
He gasps. "Punished?" he asks in mock surprise.
I take off the sweatpants leaving just his white t-shirt on and climb into bed.
"Yeah,"
He smiles deviously at me.
"C'mon you need to go to bed," he says and pulls me towards him.
"Hey, quit being so bossy," I whine.
"You think this is bad? I can get bossier."
"We'll see about that," I mutter under my breath.
"Huh, what was that?" He asks, amused.
"Nothing," I say with a giggle.
He gets up and turns off the lights.
"Thank you for staying with me." He lays in the bed beside me extending his arm over my body.
"I like sleeping with you,"
"I love doing anything with you," I turn my body to face his and giggle like a little girl. "I literally don't know how to explain my feelings for you," he confesses.
"Then don't. I can tell you care about me, You just have weird ways fo showing it."
"Okay, I have a question for you,"
"Okay, what is it?" I tap his nose lightly with my finger and he smiles.
"What was your first thought when you saw me. Be honest, No lying."
I run my hands through his hair, thinking.
"My first thought when I saw you was that you were the hottest guy I'd ever seen,"
"You're lying."
"I'm not. I swear. You are a really, really attractive guy. But then I kind of hated you after that,"
"I get my kicks out of bothering you. It was fun. You're very reactive."
"On the other hand, you were very....alluring when I first met you. Like.....sexy and dark. I don't know. Your turn. What were your first thoughts about me?"
"Warning you, I am going to sound like a sex-deprived animal."
He runs his finger along my thigh lightly.
"My very first thought was that I wanted to fuck you on the elevator floor. My second thought was that you were beautiful and I could never possibly get someone like you."
His finger continuously trails up and down my thigh.
"Well, look where we are now," He scoots closer, burying his face in my neck, his leg swung over my legs. "I have to come up with a nickname for you," I tell him.
"Well, I don't usually tell people this but my full name is Matthew Amory Walker," he says in a hushed tone. I giggle.
"Matthew? What does Amory mean?" I ask as I thread my fingers through his fingers.
"Umm....brave and something about love, I think."
"It's really pretty, I love it,"
"Did I ever tell you how much I love your name?"
"You love my name?," I say. "So, what if I called you 'Amory' in public," I ask him.
"Don't do that,"
"Why not?"
"Because nobody calls me that,"
"But I don't have a nickname for you. It can be like my special little name for you. And you call me all sorts of things. C'mon. Please, Matt?"
"Fine." he groans. "But only cause I have a problem saying no to you."
"Thank you, Mo Mo,"
"What did you just call me?"
"Mo Mo," I say, giggling.
"I must still be drunk. I think its time for you to go to bed, young lady,"
"Okay, sir."
"Ooooh, I like the sound of that," he murmurs. He's getting sleepy.
"Night night Mo Mo."
"Goodnight, Novie,"
I stifle a giggle at his nickname.
I continue playing with his hair and wondering about where our relationship could go. What it could become.
Cause I really like him.
Mo Mo.......
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