The Girl in the Hoodie is Mine

Ella POV:

What the hell just happened? Did I really just make out with Jason? And he just... left me like that? No, no, no. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I can’t believe I let him get to me, let him touch me, kiss me, and... ugh! I feel a mix of anger, shame, and—dammit—desire, all swirling inside me like a storm I can’t control.

This was Jason, the guy who made my life a living hell, who I swore I would never fall for or even entertain. And now, here I am, standing in the same spot, my lips still tingling from his kiss, my body aching from where he touched me, while he just walks out like nothing happened. I let out a frustrated groan, mentally cursing myself.

I thought I was stronger than this. I thought I’d never be one of those girls who let a guy like him get under their skin. And yet, here I am, proving myself wrong.

I need to get him out of my head. Fast.

Maybe this was just a one-time thing, a slip-up, a moment of weakness. I’ll go back to pretending like he doesn’t exist, like this never happened. Yeah. That’s what I’ll do.

But damn, why is it so hard to convince myself of that?

And how the hell did he even know where I live?!

The realization hit me like a cold slap to the face. That bastard had followed me. There’s no other explanation. I never told him, never even hinted at where I stayed, and yet he showed up at my door like he owned the place. My blood boiled. Was he stalking me? I wouldn’t put it past him. Jason was twisted, controlling, and clearly used to getting what he wanted. And now, apparently, he thought he had some kind of claim on me.

I pace back and forth in my small apartment, my mind racing. How long has he been watching me? How many times has he done this without me knowing? The thought sends a shiver down my spine.

I don’t know what’s scarier: the fact that he knew where I lived or that, despite all my anger and frustration, part of me had wanted him there.

I stop pacing, gripping the counter, staring at my reflection in the window. No, I can’t let him do this to me. I can’t let him worm his way into my life, my thoughts, my... heart? No. I refuse to be just another one of Jason’s conquests.

I just have to figure out how to get him out of my head—and fast.

How the hell am I going to sleep with the way he left me all hot and bothered?

I run my hands through my hair in frustration. My body’s still humming, tingling with the memory of his hands on me, the way his lips felt against mine. And then... he just walked out like nothing happened. The nerve! I grit my teeth, fuming. He’d left me hanging, desperate for more, like some kind of twisted game.

I fall back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind races back to how he had me pinned, his breath hot against my skin, his hands... Ugh, stop it! I roll over, burying my face in the pillow, trying to will my body to calm down. But it’s no use. Every time I close my eyes, I’m right back there, pressed against the door, feeling his touch and hearing his low, wicked voice in my ear.

"Damn it," I mutter into the pillow.

How could I let him get to me like that? I’ve been so good at keeping him at arm’s length, not letting him or any of his stupid games get under my skin. But tonight, tonight was different. Tonight, he didn’t just get under my skin—he took control of everything.

Now I’m here, lying in bed, completely wound up and unable to shake the heat coursing through me. The thought of grabbing a cold shower crosses my mind, but it feels like a defeat. Why should I have to calm down because of him?

Sighing, I stare up at the ceiling, knowing tonight’s going to be long. Thanks a lot, Jason.

Jason’s POV:

Going back to my apartment, I beelined straight for the shower. The cold water blasted against my skin, but it didn’t do much to douse the fire she’d ignited in me. So much for punishing her... It felt more like I’d been torturing myself, walking out on her like that.

As the water ran down my face, I couldn’t stop thinking about how she felt in my arms, the way her body responded to every touch. Every breath she took, every soft moan, and the way she cursed my name—it all played on a loop in my head, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

She was supposed to be just a game, part of the bet. But tonight, she wasn’t some pawn in a stupid competition. She was... something else. Something that made my blood boil and my pulse race in a way I couldn’t control.

Her body, pressed against mine, soft but strong, resisting me but wanting me at the same time—damn, I’d never felt anything like it. And those eyes... deep, intense, and full of fire, challenging me even when she was clearly affected. The look on her face when I left her hanging, so frustrated, so close to breaking—that image alone made it hard to keep my composure.

I lean my head against the cold tile, letting the water run over me.

What the fuck is wrong with me? She’s just some girl... right? A wild, unpredictable, infuriating girl, but still just a girl. But no matter how many times I tell myself that, I know it’s a lie.

She’s different. She’s not like any of the others.

I smirk to myself, thinking about how I had her begging with just a few touches. But this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Tonight was just the beginning.

The bet? Yeah, that’s still on. But there’s something else now, something deeper that I can’t quite explain. It’s no longer about winning a yacht or proving a point. It’s about her—Ella.

And I’m going to have her.

The cold water did nothing to calm my nerves. If anything, thinking about her—about Ella—only made me harder. My mind replayed every moment, every sound she made, the way her body reacted to my touch.

With a frustrated groan, I resigned myself to the inevitable. My hands would have to do for now.

I took my cock in my hand, the need too intense to ignore any longer. Slowly at first, I began to stroke, my mind already lost in the fantasy. I imagined Ella beneath me again, her back arching as she moaned my name, her body trembling as I pushed her closer to the edge.

The memory of how she tasted, how she felt against me, only made me stroke harder. My breath quickened, and I could almost hear her voice—soft, needy, begging me for more. I pictured her mouth on me, the heat between us, the way her eyes darkened with lust just before I pulled away.

It was too much. The thought of her writhing in pleasure, crying out for me, sent me over the edge. I cursed under my breath as I came, the tension in my body finally releasing, though my mind was still spinning with thoughts of her.

Ella. Always Ella.

Amber POV:

I had rattled my brain, searching for the perfect way to get back at Ella. That stupid bitch had to have something to hide; no one was that calm and composed without skeletons lurking somewhere. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. She humiliated me in front of the whole school. Me! Amber! The Queen Bee!

Then it hit me. When did she even enroll here? It was like she came out of nowhere.

I rushed to my computer, quickly pulling up the school’s website. Scrolling through the financial aid section, I paused. Something wasn’t adding up. Our school didn’t even offer scholarships this year. My fingers tapped impatiently as I double-checked the admissions records. No mention of a financial aid program anywhere. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

How the hell did that beggar get in here? There was no way she could afford the tuition.

A smirk crept onto my face. Maybe, just maybe, I had found my angle. She had to be hiding something big, and I was going to expose her for the fraud she was. She thought she could stand up to me? Well, she was about to regret it.

She did have something to hide. That much was clear now. There was no way she could’ve legitimately gotten into this school. I felt my pulse quicken as I scrolled through more records, digging deeper into the student database. How the hell did she manage to get enrolled?

The tuition here was steep, and everyone knew that the school only took students with top grades or fat wallets. And Ella? She didn’t fit into either category. I hadn’t heard of any impressive academic achievements from her side, nor was she some rich brat who could casually throw around money.

My mind raced through the possibilities. Did she use connections? Bribe someone? Or worse, sleep her way in? That thought made my stomach turn, but I wouldn’t put it past her. Desperate people did desperate things, after all.

She thought she could just waltz in here and defy me? No. I was going to find out exactly how she wormed her way into this place, and when I did, I’d destroy her. Whatever shady deal she made to get in would come crashing down, and I’d be there to watch it all unfold.

Ella had no idea who she was messing with. But she was about to learn.