LIKE YOU MEAN IT
CHAPTER EIGHT !

WELL, SHE'D MANAGED IT. Nell had managed to follow Josie's advice. She'd played it cool, pretended like everything was fine between herself and Hazel, like she hadn't pounced on her the first chance she'd gotten. She done it.

That was all well and good but now, well it was four-fifty in the afternoon, Hazel was on her way over and Nell was freaking the fuck out. Being in a school setting, a comfortable enough environment with multiple escape routes had been ideal for their situation but now they were going to be together.

Alone.

In Nell's bedroom. If this were a movie then that would have been the most perfect of times to advance their relationship, move on to the next, more intimate level. But it wasn't a movie and they both were awkward as fuck. Besides, Nell wasn't even totally sure that Hazel felt the same. Maybe she only saw them as friends and wanted a more private setting to let her down gently. If that happened, the young Hewitt girl was sure that she'd wither away on the spot.

Before she could fret on the subject anymore, the familiar sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the Hewitt residence caught her attention. With a slight frantic breath that she quickly gulped down, Nell made her way out of her room and down the stairs.

"Dad, Hazel's here. Please don't bother us." She called out as she rounded the corner into the living room. Her dad was sitting on the couch, tv remote in hand and an episode of criminal minds on screen. He looked far from amused which caused Nell to sheepishly grin at him. "I mean, I love you."

His humour free expression dropped away and was replaced by a smile that lit up his eyes. "Mm hm, sure. I'll leave you alone. Don't worry." The man muttered with roll of the eyes before shifting his gaze back to the tv.

Nell grinned at the side of her dads head, not caring that he was no longer looking at her before spinning on her heel, her thick wool sock providing for great movement against the wooden floorboards. Before she had a chance to lose her nerve, she gripped tightly to the doorknob, twisted it and swung the door open.

"Hey—are you okay?" The welcoming smile that previously graced her lips had disappeared. In its place was a frown and furrowed brow of concern.

Hazel looked like hell. In only a short space of time, from the last time they saw each other at school to now, Hazel looked like she had been replaced by a wounded puppy. Her bottom lip was pouted, her eyes were tinged red. Her hair had become mussed, most likely from her running her fingers through it, possibly even aggressively gripping and pulled at the root in frustration.

With zero hesitation, Nell reached out and lightly held onto the soft, cotton fabric of Hazel's sweater, gently tugging her inside. Hazel followed along with the movement unconsciously as though it was second nature. Her mind was elsewhere in that moment.

An annoyed scoff crawled from her throat. "My moms fucking that guy. You know, the guy?" She rambled out as she climbed the stairs behind the Hewitt girl.

Nell was confused. What guy? Who was he, why was he fucking Hazel's mom and why on earth should she know who he is? Confusion was laced within her voice as she mumbled, "Guy?"

As they entered into Nell's bedroom, the Callahan girl found herself enjoying the feeling of becoming enveloped by the all too familiar warmth. "That one from our school. With all the balls."

Nell's eyes widened at this. From their school? She hoped for Mrs. Callahan's sake that he was at least 18 years of age. Nell didn't enjoy the idea of Hazel's mom going to jail.

"Let's just forget about the balls for a second, okay? Are you alright?" She decided to gently pivot the conversation away as she took a seat on the edge of her bed beside Hazel, who had slumped down on the comforter mere seconds after she'd entered Nell's bedroom.

           Hazel squinted for a second, her head feeling fuzzy. After a breath, she just shrugged her shoulders while she responded, "I guess so. How okay can someone really be when they see their mom like that?"

            I mean, her mom and that guy?! He was a figure head for all of the torment women, especially ones like herself, faced in that school. He was as dumb as a bag of rocks but he did certainly aid in the treatment of girls like her. Well, girls in general but mostly girls like her. Losers.

            The room soon fell quiet. All that could be heard was the ticking of the clock upon the wall and the faintest sound of the criminal minds episode playing downstairs. Hazel found that being in Eleanor's presence provided an excellent distraction, a very welcomed distraction. But she also found herself questioning. In the silence, she found herself wondering...they got along so well so why couldn't Nell just be honest with her? They were friends, right?

She didn't want to ignore it anymore.

            "Why did you ignore me?" Her voice was low, almost raspy. It sent visible chills through Nell as she fought to keep her composure.

            All the things she wanted to say, all the things she wanted to admit clawed at chest. Every little detail was desperate to break free from the hold she had on them, eager to scratch their way up her throat and out her mouth. Instead, she just swallowed hard and earnestly responded with, "I'm sorry."

            She couldn't even bring herself to look at the shaggy haired girl.

            "Don't be sorry, just tell me why." Hazel implored. When she realised that Nell would need more of a push, the Callahan girl took the leap and admitted, "I didn't hate it, by the way. The kiss."

            The final word, kiss, it sounded oh so delectable to the ears of Eleanor Hewitt. To hear not only that word but the admittance that Hazel hadn't hated it, it was enough to send the young girl to the moon.

            Her breath caught in her throat at the confession. Her once dull gaze had brightened considerably though she continued to stare ahead. "You didn't?" She calmly inquired, though her piqued interest didn't go unnoticed.

            Amusement caused Hazel's lips to curl as she allowed her gentle, gaze to take in the girl beside her. From the freckles that dusted her nose and cheeks that darkened considerably during the longer, sunny summer days, to the scar on her chin that Hazel had learned had come from Nell crashing into a wall as a kid, every little detail of Eleanor's face was a map that Hazel wished to follow.

            The Callahan girl shook her head as the warmest of smiles formed. "No. I wanted to tell you that but you kinda ran out on me."

            "Sorr—"

            A deep chuckle rumbled within Hazel's chest, cutting off the Hewitt girl. "Stop saying you're sorry. You don't need to be sorry. Maybe a little more vocal but not sorry."

            "How vocal?" The gentle pink dusting across Nell's face turned a deeper shade of crimson as she found herself becoming bolder. Though her eyes remained firmly attached to the desk ahead, her voice had gained much strength. "Am I being vocal enough if I tell you that I have a huge fucking crush on you?"

Hazel had bees, not butterflies, bees grumbled deep within her tummy. A whole entire colony had taken up residency within her gut, reacting almost violently to ever little word of Nell's sentence. Bouncing around her insides. Never before had she felt so unbelievably—overwhelmed. Her head spun, her eyes had grown heavier. Her tongue had turned into lead, unable to move and form any kind of appropriate response.

With her tongue out of commission for the time being and a thick band of yearning begging to be untethered, desperate to snap, Hazel found herself learned her body forward to search for Nell's downcast eyes. The movement caught Nell's attention just in time for her to glance up and return Hazel's gaze. Neither could speak. Both were slowly allowing their bodies to be enveloped with desire.

            Nell wanted to feel Hazel's lips upon her own is desperately but she was scared. Their friendship really mattered to her, what if they didn't work out? Hazel, who had become flushed and suddenly very impatient, pushed herself forward to press her lips fully to the rouge tinted lips of Eleanor Hewitt. 

            It was slow and closed mouth at first, but it still managed to rouse a sweet little sigh from Hazel, as Nell released a groan from the back of her throat due to Hazel's hands that reached up to cradle Nell's jaw. The Hewitt girls nimble fingers gripped and pulled at the fabric that lay loosely upon the short haired girl's slender waist.

            Despite the fear she had felt only moments ago, Nell's actions were now fuelled solely by her growing desire for Hazel. The Callahan girl found herself growing lightheaded, the gentlest of touches from Nell's body slowly pressing closer to her own almost took her breath away. She wanted so much more.

            The feeling of a tongue brushing against her bottom lip caused Nell's mouth to open up, their tongues then intrinsically danced as the pair got lost in the feel of one another.

            The air around them grew hot as the raven haired girl moved her hands to the hem of Hazel's sweater, letting her hands travel under the fabric, allowing her fingertips to softly graze along the short haired girls lower back, sending a shiver up Hazel's spine.

            Hazel found her hands constantly moving. No matter where she touched, from Nell's jaw to her denim clad upper thigh to the hand that gripped tightly to the nape of her own neck, everywhere and nowhere felt right. Her breathing grew heavier as the kiss slowly broke apart, desperate pants escaping her mouth as her lips chased after Nell's who pulled away.

            In her post lip-lock haze, the Callahan girl briefly grew confused. Why had Nell stopped? Was she not enjoying it? The answers to these questions were given mere seconds later as Nell slowly began to peel the cream coloured sweater up Hazel's torso.

As the cotton soft material suddenly became caught around Hazel's head, stuck just below her eyes effectively blocking her vision, matching giggles escaped the girls. With another tug, Nell was able to finally pull it free from Hazel's head. Her hair was so bizarrely arranged now with random little strands sticking up as though she'd been roughhousing with a balloon. The softest of laughs tumbled so sweetly from Nell's lips as tossed the sweater off to the side with one hand and with the other, reached out and brushed back the hair that hung in Hazel's eyes.

She now had a perfect view of Hazel's adorable little pout upon her and her glittering blue eyes. Suddenly the fear she had experienced didn't make sense. How could she ever be afraid of this?

            Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips that had already begun to bruise slightly. They stung in the most delicious way possible. "I'm sorry I ran away." She then earnestly confessed, her voice dripping with sincerity.

           A saccharine-sweet smile formed upon Hazel's lips. She bought up a hand to tentatively trail her fingertips along the exposed flesh of Nell's upper arm as she implored, "Just promise to stay this time."

            Nell's response told Hazel she needed to know. She watched, pupils dilated wide as the Hewitt girl undid the two clasps of her overalls, allowing the metal to collapse down. Next her fingers grasped at the fabric of her striped shirt and pulled it up and over her head, revealing the plain black bra that she wore underneath. The dark fabric stood out against the soft, pale flesh of her torso.

Hazel was now putty in her hands. Her mind had turned to mush and her only thoughts consisted of the Hewitt girl. The lewdest of whines escaped her lips at the sight, Hazel unable to hold back anymore. She rushed herself forward and captured Nell's lips once again, her hands gripping on to the raven-haired girls waist. With all the strength she could muster, she pulled Nell's body closer until they both fell back against the bed. Their falls were cushioned by the comforter, bodies pressed tightly against each other as both girls allowed themselves to get lost in the other.

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jamielee's thoughts.
chapter eight. not proofread.
lads, I was literally kicking my feet writing this chapter. I hope hazel isn't too ooc for anyone. but let's not forget that she's most likely a horny teenager just like pj and josie, we just weren't show it. hope you enjoyed :)