Chapter 64

**Kapittel 64**

**Sitting comfortably** on a chair in the smoking-room, Hades puffed another smoke of his cigarette as he stared at Allison intently from afar with his grey orbs. Even though the smoking room was pretty far from where his beloved was, the distance was already enough for him. He didn't want to know that he was the one following her, she might hate him even more, and he would die if that happened.

He closed his eyes before lifting the cigarette again to his lips. He puffed another smoke before opening his eyes and looked for Allison, who was walking regally with such grace from the mall, holding two shakes, a box of donuts, and a hotdog. She still looked as beautiful as ever. He balled his palm into a fist, stopping himself from running to her and taking her in his arms. He had been sleepless for months. He was always busy constantly thinking about her.

Allison. Allison. Allison. It was always Allison. Only she was inside his head. Her beautiful face never dared to leave his mind in peace. She always prompted havoc in his mind. He couldn't even concentrate on his work because he always thought about her.

It was her. It was always her. He couldn't get her off his mind, and he was brought to his worst. He followed her every day out of desperation. Call it crazy if it was crazy, but he couldn't help it. He loved her so much. Hades put the cigarette back to his lips again and went on his feet, starting to go back to his car. He had enough of her today. He thought of giving her some space, at least since he was assured that she was doing fine. Since he might creep her out if he would continue this thing he was doing out of his obsession.

I'll have you, love. Soon. Pretty soon.

"Here," Allison told Brent, who was burying his face on his calculus book and placed a large-sized cup of mango and watermelon shake along with a bacon-dog on a bun filled with mustard and ketchup on the table. He suddenly shot his head up and stretched his arms, giving her a goofy grin. "Aww, you're the sweetest best friend in the world, hun."

She rolled her eyes at him for the nth time and placed her box of donuts on the table, took a sip of her strawberry shake before taking a seat on the chair beside him. "You're just saying that because I added your favorite snack," she muttered before opening the box and grabbing a donut frosted in chocolate and sprinkled with nuts. She took a huge bite and began studying again.

Hours passed by in a blur, and it was already six. However, the time was just enough for Allison to study the whole book. She took the last bite of her final donut and munched it heartily before closing the thick book she was reading.

"What?!" Brent exclaimed when he saw her close the book with an appeased face. "You're done studying?!"

"Yep." she yawned, writhed her fingers together before stretching her arms and closing her heavy eyelids.

"How could you do such magic in four hours?! I haven't even reached half of my book yet!" he was still in shock at the sight before him.

She opened one eye. "It's not magic. It's called hard work, Dawson."

"But still!" he tried to protest, but Mrs. Bautista, the librarian, suddenly showed up behind them out of the blue.

"Library hours are over. The university is closing. Go home now," she told them sternly, pushing her shiny cat-like eyeglasses up to the bridge of her nose before looking at Brent, who gasped out of surprise.

He looked at Mrs. Bautista incredulously. "You scared m..." his sentence was cut short when Allison covered his mouth with a palm.

"Noted, Mrs. Bautista," she nodded at the librarian who said. "Very well then," before striding off like a ghost.

She heaved off a sigh, removed her palm on his lips before getting on her feet, and began packing her things. "Let's go home, Dawson."

He pouted at her in return. "I should've taken Designing instead of Business Administration."

She giggled before looking at him teasingly. "Your fault. I told you to take the same program, but you followed that Rodriguez just because he's hot."

"But he is hot!" he defended before getting on his feet as well and began packing his things. She just laughed before the two left the library and made their way to the university's parking lot, looking for Brent's car.

Just as they found his car, she felt her phone buzz. She fished it out from her pocket and checked it. It was a text message from Johnsy.

From: Johnsy

Heeeeeey, wanna go out tonight? 😉 I found a new bar just around the corner 😁🍸 I'll fetch you and B around 8.

She opened the shotgun seat's door, sat down, and placed her bag on her lap before answering the text.

To: Johnsy

Count us in 😉 see ya! 😘❤

"Hey, Dawson?" she called out to Brent, who was busy fumbling his keys in his pocket.

"Yeah?" she heard him ask.

"Johnsy's inviting us to a new bar," she told him, looking at him. He groaned in response, and she saw his lips twitched into a frown. "Too bad, I can't join you girls tonight. I'll be spending the whole evening studying."

"Aww, that's very studious of you," she said before reaching to him and pinching his cheek.

"Ow! Ally!" he groaned in pain, and she removed her hand from his cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll be capturing pictures of hot guys for you," she winked at him, trying to lighten his mood.

Brent was some sort of party animal who never missed parties and always kept his nightlife active. But this was the first time that he rejected an invitation to a bar just because he wanted to study. Maybe he was trying to make a change.

"Yeah, right," he replied sarcastically before taking his keys off from his pocket. He inserted it in the ignition before turning it on, starting their journey back home.