The Girl in the Hoodie is Mine Chapter 35: Finding Something

Ella POV:

What the hell just happened? Did I really just make out with Jason? And he just... left like that? No, no, no. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I can’t believe I let him get to , let him touch , kiss , and... ugh! I feel a mix of anger, sha, and—dammit—desire, all swirling inside 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 sa spot, my lips still tingling from his kiss, my body aching from where he touched , while he just walks out like nothing happened. I let out a frustrated groan, ntally 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-ti thing, a slip-up, a mont 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 like a cold slap to the face. That bastard had followed . 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 ? 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 so kind of claim on .

I pace back and forth in my small apartnt, my mind racing. How long has he been watching ? How many tis has he done this without 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 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 . 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 all hot and bothered?

I run my hands through my hair in frustration. My body’s still humming, tingling with the mory of his hands on , 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 hanging, desperate for more, like so kind of twisted ga.

I fall back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind races back to how he had 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 ti 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 like that? I’ve been so good at keeping him at arm’s length, not letting him or any of his stupid gas 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 . 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 apartnt, 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 . 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 na—it all played on a loop in my head, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

She was supposed to be just a ga, part of the bet. But tonight, she wasn’t so pawn in a stupid competition. She was... sothing else. Sothing 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 but wanting at the sa ti—damn, I’d never felt anything like it. And those eyes... deep, intense, and full of fire, challenging 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 .

What the fuck is wrong with ? She’s just so girl... right? A wild, unpredictable, infuriating girl, but still just a girl. But no matter how many tis 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 sothing else now, sothing 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 harder. My mind replayed every mont, 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 again, her back arching as she moaned my na, her body trembling as I pushed her closer to the edge.

The mory of how she tasted, how she felt against , only made stroke harder. My breath quickened, and I could almost hear her voice—soft, needy, begging for more. I pictured her mouth on , 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 , sent over the edge. I cursed under my breath as I ca, 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 sothing to hide; no one was that calm and composed without skeletons lurking sowhere. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. She humiliated in front of the whole school. ! Amber! The Queen Bee!

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

I rushed to my computer, quickly pulling up the school’s website. Scrolling through the financial aid section, I paused. Sothing 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 ntion of a financial aid program anywhere.

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 sothing big, and I was going to expose her for the fraud she was. She thought she could stand up to ? Well, she was about to regret it.

She did have sothing 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 achievents from her side, nor was she so rich brat who could casually throw around money.

My mind raced through the possibilities. Did she use connections? Bribe soone? 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 ? No. I was going to find out exactly how she word her way into this place, and when I did, I’d destroy her. Whatever shady deal she made to get in would co crashing down, and I’d be there to watch it all unfold.

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