Trouble - Me =/ (good books to read in english .TXT) 📗

in the air while jumping like a small child getting a new toy! 

Either way, I dont regret this. Not one bit. 

Im guessing that's why I slip into a state of unconsciousness, much much faster than normal.

Chapter sixteen

~Matt~

 

I wake up, feeling quite refreshed and oddly comfortable. My head doesnt hurt much at all, and my eye isnt nearly as swollen. I go to get up but I'm pulled back down with force. That's when I register an arm around my waist, and another under my neck. Cade's arms. I feel his hot breath against my neck as he shuffles closer to me, so close, that if he'd extend his lips even a centimeter more, they'd be touching me. The thought sends a shiver through my body, and the shiver doesnt go unnoticed by him, as I feel him chuckle behind me.

"Cade... Let go." I tell him trying to get up again, but he pulls me back again, but this time I practically land on top of him. "Cade..." I groan, and continue attempting to get up, but he holds tighter, so I end up just squirming in his arms, which wrap tighter around me, pulling me even closer to his muscular body. "Cade..!" I whine and he chuckles again. "I'm leaving now."

I try to get up, but in a second, hes on top of me. My cheeks heat immediately, and I can honestly say, that my face has to look like a bright red cherry. "No." He growls. His weight is quite a bit more than mine, but its comfortable. Theres the amount where it's too much or too little to be okay, but this... This feels right. That sounds so cheesy. "You're comfy." He snuggles more into my neck and I feel his breathing from his chest, and when it hits right behind my ear. I bite my lip and concentrate on not moaning, as this is my sensitive spot, and I have an incredibly hot guy on top of me.

"D-dont you have t-to go t-to s-school?" I ask, trying to keep the breathlessness from my voice. 

"No. It's already past noon so theres no point." He whispers and I bite my lip so hard I can almost taste blood.

"O-oh. Right." I attempt to slide out from underneath him, but I just end up squirming under him now.

"Stop." He says, in a strained voice, which I'm confused about. And then it hits me. Person squirming under newly adult male = boner. Doesnt matter if you like the same gender or not, theres still the 'person' aspect to them. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck! I freeze immediately and pray that he wont notice the slight growth in my pants. Luckily, he finally gets up, but stays hovering over me. "Calm down. I'll get up eventually, just not right now." He goes back to laying on me. 

This time I'm calmer, just satisfied with the comfort from him. "Okay." I whisper, closing my eyes. Before I know it, I'm out like a light.

 

~Cade~

 

I couldn't help but keep laying on him. It just felt right. Like he was meant to be on top of me, and under me, and just in my arms. He let me put all my weight on him, and then he fell asleep. The doctors came in while he was sleeping before, and did most of the testing they needed to, and I instructed them not to be back until late tonight so he'd have to stay another night. I almost... Scratch that. I don't want him to go at all. I ended up falling asleep again, still on top of him, but I woke up to the feeling of eyes on me, and something in my hair. No one touches my hair.

My eyes snap open, and I find Matt on his side, next to me, looking at his hand which is softly playing with my hair. He goes from my scalp to the tip and back, every once in a while twirling it around his finger. I notice that my arms are secured around his waist, making him unable to move, but from the adoring look twinkling around his almost black eyes, I doubt he minded. His eyes widen as he sees me awake, and goes to take his hand away while saying, "Oh, um I'm s-sorry Cade I-"

"No. Don't. It felt nice." I growl, keeping his hand there. I dont even let my girlfriend touch my hair, but I'm letting him. Ugh. I sound like a fucking girl. He slightly smiles, and goes back to messing with my hair. "How are you feeling?" I ask.

"Okay. My head is killing me and I'll get random waves of nausea, but it's not as bad anymore." He answers.

"That's good. You're eye looks better." I comment and he removes his eyes from where his fingers continue to tangle themselves in my hair. 

"What? My black eyes normally take-" I cut him off.

"Normally? This is a normal occuance?" I ask suddenly on edge. Why would he tell me something like this? Cause you're an asshole to him. I dont fail to notice the warning in Axels message. "Oh yeah, um, I'm sorry by the way. For all of it. I guess you wouldnt remember but, we didn't leave on the best of terms so I wasnt a fan of the facts that Kyle let you into our group of friends." He simply nods and returns his eyes to the hand tangled in my no doubt mess of hair.

"Your hair is soft." He whispers, attempting to change the subject, but his voice cracks when he says 'Your', so I know something is up.

"What's wrong?" I ask. He shakes his head and goes to remove his hand, but I reach up and hold it where it was, which happened to be against my chest. He blushes as he looks back to me.

He sighs and opens him mouth before closing it again, and I assume hes trying to find the right words. "I just... I wish I remembered. Everything. I wish I remembered you, I wish I remembered how we were, what we did, what happened. I wish it wasn't a mystery as to what happened back then." He sighs.

"Hey, it's okay. We can make new memories now." I attempt to soothe.

"Why are you being so nice now? What happened to 'Grr I hate you' guy?" He asks, going to sit up but I tighter my grip with my one arm, over his waist. 

"I dont know. What happened to your memories?" I shoot back. He raised his voice and being alpha, I'm not used to being disrespected, so I raised my voice back, and said something I probably shouldnt have, although my arm never leave him, and I dont let go of his hand. He stays silent, and so I say, "No really Matt. I wanna know. What made you loose all the memories of me? You remembered Kyle. I'm assuming you remember when you found-"

"Do you really wanna know?" He cuts me off, which makes me angry, but the offer to tell me stops me from doing anything about it.

"No shit sherlock." He takes a deep breath, and starts talking. 

Chapter seventeen

 ~Matt~

 

I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. Not even Kyle. I shouldnt be telling Cade right now, but I let it slip before I could stop myself, and now I cant help but tell him. "After Kyle... Well I guess you guys, left, I was absolutely broken. I'm assuming you know about..?" He nods so I continue. "Yeah. So, I wouldnt stop. It got to the point where I was hospitalized three times in a week, and they finally put me in the mental hospital for about six weeks for my mental illness, to make sure I stopped. It worked for a bit, but not long. Maybe a week? Yeah, I think so.

"Anyways, I picked it up, and didnt stop. Not until I was almost too weak to walk. I walked outside. Down the street. Until, I hit the highway. It was icy. Cold. I went to a patch of ice. Mustered up all the strength I could, just so I could feel the pain. I waited until a car was going faster than the speed limit, and made sure to go just as it hit the edge of the ice, and then jumped out. The car didnt have time to stop, and it slipped. I remember the impact. The pain as the car hit me, after the adrenaline wore down. The blurry outline of the person as they came running from their car, to see if I was okay. Then it went black.

"Bam. I woke up two months later, with severe amnesia, I didnt even remember myself, but it slowly started to come back to me. I found out that I dad visited me three times, the entire two months I was in the hospital, and by that time, Tiffany had come and found him. Told him that after my mom and him got in a fight, and he went and cheated on her, that he got Tiffany pregnant. They got married and her and her stupid son made my life a living hell.

"I started again, but this time not as bad. It continued that way for four years until I got caught when I was 16 by Sky, and got put in the hospital again. That time, I got put in for about a month and a half, and in that time, just became numb. People at school made fun of me, locked me in closets, and the torture continued at my house. So it was better the be numb. Not feel anything. But that had to stop once we came here." I sigh at the end of my story, and finally dare to make eye contact, with the owner of the emerald eyes that haunt my dreams, and he doesn't look happy. 

At all.

"You tried killing yourself?? Is that what you meant by 'I should be up there with you,'??" I dont answer, just look away. He takes the hand holding my own, away, and I go to move my hand, but he growls, "Dont. Move. Matt." I return my hand to it's original position on his chest, and dont look at him until he grabs my chin to make me look at him. "You tried... killing yourself." He seems to choke on his words, and I know he can see the tears pooling in my eyes.

"I...I...I'm sorry!" I sob and he pulls me against him, in a tight hug.

"Shh... Shh... Its okay