His forever is just one night

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I jolt awake by the sound of my alarm , cursing under my breath as I attempt to sit up straight in my bed . I glare at my alarm , swiftly dismissing the annoying sound before struggling to climb out of my bed due to the duvet tangled between my legs .

I huff , kicking furiously at the duvet until it untangles from my legs and a new set of curses falls from my lips when the cold air meets my bare legs .

"For f**k sakes." I grumble , slipping out of my bed and sprint toward my bathroom . Removing my clothes , I step into the shower and open the faucet, sighing in relief when the hot water spills onto my head and runs down the rest of my body .

I'm not a morning person , less so when I don't get a good night's rest — which , I did not have . I rolled around in my bed the whole night , I even attempted to f*****g count sheep . I counted so much sheep that I confused myself with how much I counted , that I started from one again . When sleep finally invited me , I slept for what felt like ten minutes before jolting awake from a horrid nightmare .

Which resulted in me repeating the whole circle of rolling around in bed , counting sheep until God-knows how high and then finally falling asleep at four in the morning , only to be jolted awake at eight am , not by a nightmare , but by my f*****g alarm .

But , as my sister —haven— used to says , look at the bright side . I'll be able to catch up on sleep in my lecture , hopefully.

After my much needed shower , I wrap a towel around my petite frame and walk toward my closet. Figuring it's best to wear something warm , I grab my blue mom jeans , graphic white shirt and a puffy jacket , paired with my white all stars .

I throw my hair up into a high ponytail , not bothered to style it and also not wanting to look like a complete homeless person , therefore a high pony is the safest option .

I walk toward my door , catching a glimpse of myself in my full length mirror , only to cringe at how horrid and tired I look . I shrug and continue tiptoeing out of my room .

I try not to make too much noise as I walk through our apartment but end up waking Alison who stomps out of her room with a glare .

"Do you have to be so f*****g loud ?" She hisses , running her fingers through her unruly hair .

Alison's lectures start at eleven am , which means she still has two hours left to sleep before she has to wake up and get ready .

I frown , grabbing my keys from the table . "I'm sorry , Alison . I'll make it up to you , but I really have to go now." I rush out in one breath when I reach the front door , slipping out of the apartment before I can hear any of her threats of wanting to kill me , slowly .

I run down to my car , nearly tripping over my feet , causing the heads of the by-passers to snap toward me . I give them a sheepish grin , hopping into my Jeep and racing off toward NYU .

When I finally reach my destination , I heave out a long breath , preparing myself for a day filled with me being on the brink of tears .

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The rest of the day flies which I'm beyond grateful for , because if I had to sit through one more lecture today , I just might've bashed my head in .

Walking across the football field , I shove my hands into my jackets' pockets as the freezing wind sweeps through my hair and hits my face . With my backpack swinging behind me , I tuck the strand of my hair that got twirled in the wind behind my ear .

When Alison and the rest of the cheer squad comes into view , I stiffle a laugh at the sight of Alison clutching her hair in clear annoyance .

I walk up the bleachers and glance around the rest of the field , my eyes momentarily widening when I immediately spot Riven maunuvering around the field with the ball in his hands , his arms tensing under his football jersey as he throws the ball across the field .

I'm not surprised that he so quickly landed a spot on the football team , Riven has always been good at everything , more so when it came to sports . He is build like a bull , his physical strength has always baffled me and I'm more than sure that he's probably going to land the spot of being the football captain . Although Riven has changed a lot , mainly is body . He’s a lot taller , his shoulders broader and his muscles more defined and prominent . From here , his build is absolutely intimidating , his presence even more so .

The coach blows the whistle and they stop running and walk toward the bleachers with exhausted expressions on their faces .

Riven grasps the hem of his jersey and lifts it up to his face , wiping away the beads of sweat on his forehead while exposing his perfectly sculpted abs . I gawk at his tanned , muscled form . My eyes widen when they roam over the silver of his chest , surprised with how many tattoos now litter his body . I can't really see them clearly from my spot on the bleachers but he soon drops his shirt and I watch as he runs his hands through his raven wet locks .

He bends down and picks up his water bottle , unscrewing the cap , he tilts his head back and chugs half of the water . Catching my eye , he lowers the bottle from his lips and I have to contain my gasp at the look he sends me , the smug expression on his face can be seen even though his face still remains blank and stoic .

If only he didn't infuriate me so damn much .

Riven Gray is the main root of all my annoyance — I swear the boy makes it his mission to enrage me , and it doesn't help that he is literally my brother's best friend and my best friend's brother ; how f*****g ironic . I've known Riven approximately twelve years , since I was ten-years-old up until now — Although I wouldn't say I know him personally , we've never even really had a proper conversation before , we just bicker every single day . All that I know of him is of his reputation and well ; that he's a fuckface .

Riven Gray is the literal devil . I'm convinced .

I roll my eyes and yank my phone out of my pocket , mindlessly scrolling through my socials . God , just making eye contact with him makes my insides churn .

"Rain !" the familiar warm voice calls , I tear my eyes away from my phone , a small smile tugging at my lips at the sight of my brother , Elijah .

He returns my smile , wiping his dark locks from his forehead . Me and my brother almost look identical, we both share the same dark hazel eyes , thick black hair , tan skin and plump lips . Only differences is our height, personalities and well , taste in best friends .

Me and my brother are the only two siblings that truly understand eachother , he was — and still is — the only person that wholeheartedly understands every single problem I go through . Although as we grew up we slowly drifted apart , he is still the person I call when I struggle with my panic attacks and he still calls me to rant about things in his life no one knows about .

"So I hear I'm seeing you friday at the party ." He says in amusement , watching me while chugging his water . Elijah knows that I despise parties , once upon a time , I lived for the parties , that's all I used to do , party — but , as the saying goes , things change .

"I guess so." I hum , heaving my bag over my shoulders , readying myself to walk .

"Goodbye to you too , asshole." he calls after me , a scowl etched on his face . I let out a breathless laugh , waving at him over my shoulder .

"Let's go , Rain !" Alison yells , picking up her gym bag along with her water bottle .

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Staring up into his bright blue orbs , I see the darkness coating his ocean walls . Nothing about him is friendly . I tilt my head a degree , to stubborn to back down and avert my eyes from his .

We're currently standing in the parking lot , waiting for my idiotic best friend and my idiotic brother .

Ha ! everyone in my life seems to be idiotic.

Leaned against his overly expensive car with a cigarette loosely hanging between his fingers ; is Riven in all his glory .

His face is impassive and his gaze intimidatingly terrifying yet so gentle and soft . His hair sits disheveled on his head , an arrogant lock hanging against his forehead just above his mesmerizing blue eyes accented by black , thick lashes .

I raise my brows , slowly leaning back against my own car. "Are we going to have a staring contest now ?" My words drip with sarcasm , every word coming out cold and firm .

An amused smirk makes it's way onto his lips. "I believe so , sunshine. Otherwise if you're quite done here I'd be happy to go .” His voice is deep and husky , so disturbingly attractive . His eyes fall down to his phone , seemingly reading something.

"You got better things to do ?" I challenge, folding my arms over my chest .

His eyes slowly pivot up to mine , amusement and mischief gleaming in his eyes . He lifts the cancer stick up to his plump lips , taking a lung full before exhaling a cloud of smoke , his eyes yet to leave mine .

"You offering , Rivera ?" He smirks , one of his drop dead gorgeous smirks that makes a shudder run down my spine . A slight dimple appears on his left cheek and I have to tear my eyes away from the sight before I literally start 'awwing' at him .

I hate that this man still has this affect on me , after years of trying to rid him of my thoughts and avoid feeling like this toward him , the small things like his dimples still tug on my heart .

I narrow my eyes into slits , pushing away the heat forming in my lower stomach. "Not in this lifetime." I retort .

"That's too bad , now isn't it ?" He chucks down the cigarette, crushing it under his nike air force. "Tell your brother I'll meet him at my apartment .." he trails off , looking back down at his phone while sticking his tongue into his cheek. "In about an hour ." The mischief more than evident in his voice .

Jesus , he's probably going to go f**k some airhead .

"Rain !" I whirl around , watching Grace stride toward me with Alison trailing close by .

Grace has long brown hair that falls down her shoulders in waves and shimmers gold in the sunlight . Her honey brown eyes are accompanied with slight freckles scattered over her nose and cheeks , giving her an innocent aura , yet she's anything but . Alison and I met Grace at one of the University parties , she was chugging down half a bottle of vodka and nearly puked on both me and Alison . Alison immediately took a liking toward her while I was just disgusted at the fact that she would've puked all over us . As the years went by , I started enjoying Grace's company , considering she has a dark humor like mine and always keeps to herself .

So , ever since that party , Grace has just been tagging along and became one of our very good friends .

Plus , she's in the cheer squad with Alison .

Alison storms past Grace and yanks open my car door , not even so much as glancing up . I look over at Grace with furrowed eyebrows , confused to why Alison is upset , she was fine ten minutes ago . Grace shrugs , opening the car door and slides in alongside Alison .

"Let's f*****g go , Rain !" Alison shouts from inside my car , angrily tapping on the car window to grab my attention .

Wow .