Soft Spot

❝Because when you think everything is going right, things always have to make their turns just to mess everything up.❞


A story in which the sarcastic bitch collides with the egocentric asshole.

A story in which even the ones you hold dear to your heart could be the ones to stab you as soon as you have your back turned.

A story of trust and loyalty - follow Arvina Erikson's journey as she discovers the trials and tribulations of young love with Zander Maz, the guy that would teach her what it really means to fall in love, and to open up again even after you've had your trust broken.


This story may contain vulgar language and mature content.
© 2017 | Aeanne. // peachienixie. | All Rights Reserved.


4. {3}


Arvina Erikson


When I got to class, luckily, no one was there yet except for Ms. Glenn. She smiled at me and made a joke about how someone (a.k.a me) was too excited to be in class today, and I fake laughed before taking a seat.

“Ms. Glenn?” I asked before the students started piling in. She raised her eyebrows at me with a smile, prompting me to continue. “Is it possible for me to change my partners this year? I don’t really feel comf-”

“I’m afraid it’s too late, dear.” She pouted. “Everyone has their partners already, and I’m sure most people have started working on their Mockingbird projects. You can try and trade with someone, if you’d like, though I think you and Zander would make a magical pair.”

I forced myself to smile at her, sinking into my seat. Really, all I wanted was to gag and cringe at the thought of having my name and Zander Maz’s name in one sentence, complete with the phrase “magical pair”. There was nothing magical about us. At all. If anything, this is a curse.

I was caught off guard when someone familiar entered the classroom. He was wearing the same old adorable smile that I admittedly fell in love with in Year 5, with a black hoodie, and light jeans. He nodded at me and brushed his hair with his fingers, making me smile; I spent so long dreaming of brushing my hair through the strands of his hair once. Chris Johnson.

Chris and I became really close in Year 3 when he moved to Woodrose from Cardiff, and his parents unsurprisingly hit it off with mine during a parent and faculty meeting. I remember Brielle threatening that he could never take her best friend away, but they ended up growing close with each other anyway. The three of us were inseparable.

However, after joining the swim team and meeting much cooler people than Brielle and I in Year 7, our friendship slowly drifted. And between the summer of Year 8 and Year 9, we stopped talking and acknowledging each other completely.

“Hey,” I smiled, “didn’t know you were in this class.”

“I didn’t know you were in this class.” He smiled back. “Where have you been, Little Miss Arvina?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged nonchalantly, secretly screaming that he even remembered the stupid nickname our friends have given me when I was little, “I was in New York with Leah - you remember Leah, right?” I paused, and he nodded. “She needed me to take care of her dog because he went through this surgery and she couldn’t miss a photoshoot, so…”

“Right, of course,” he laughed, “only Leah. I was in a swim meet yesterday, so I was technically excused out of school. I’m guessing you got back yesterday?”

I nodded, and then the annoying new member of Jock Army walked between us when he could’ve walked around. He aggressively pulled his chair out, as if trying to make it known that he really was there, and pulled my chair closer to his with a sarcastic smile towards Chris.

“Don’t talk to my partner,” he scoffed, “you should already have your own.”

Christ just nodded awkwardly, smiling sadly at me and whispering “welcome back” before sitting on his seat and talking to Emelia Jadeson, who I’m guessing is his partner for the year.

“What the hell is your problem?” I hissed through gritted teeth after turning to face the Fifth Ass. “Didn’t I tell you to stay out of my lane?”

“I was just telling him that, Madame.” The asshole said sarcastically. “Your wish is my command.”

“I told you to leave me alone, not everyone else,” I frowned, “why won’t you leave me alone?”

“Because.” He suddenly softened, sitting straight and sighing. “Nothing, just forget it.”

“Because what? If you’re gonna bother me until the day we graduate, don’t you think I at least deserve an explanation? I’ve never even done anything to you, I just got back to school yesterday.” I was beyond fuming. I demanded answers. He’s not being fair.

“Look, I’m sorry for my behavior.” He tugged on a loose skin on his bottom lip, pulling his chair away from me. “It’s just that you’re this girl that-” he stopped talking when Ms. Glenn shushed us unkindly, and from that moment on, he left me alone and kept his chair at a safe distance, staring out the window and forgetting I ever existed.

His features were finally calm compared to the tensed shoulders and puffed up chest that entered the classroom when he interrupted my conversation with Chris. I tried not to notice again how gorgeous he actually is, with his styled up hair as black as his barely existent soul, and jaws and cheekbones so prominent, I could slice apples with, and his eyes that reflected back at the sun like hot chocolate in a cold morning. He looked at me when he noticed that I was staring and smiled warmly, making the comatose butterflies in my stomach finally open their wings after so long and dance wildly, making me feel all sorts of fond. He remained silent, though, but he never lost his eye contact with me, and the smile never wore off his face, and eventually, I just had to smile back too.

There was something about the silence that I didn’t like; I thought that I’d appreciate the fact that he was finally leaving me the hell alone, but it just made me miss him in a really odd way. It was almost as if part of my mind was rallying for me to make him finish his sentence, but the other part was protesting that it was a bad idea and I should just be thankful that I finally got him off my arse. In was that I don’t understand, I silently begged for him to bother me again, to make me wish I’d stayed at New York with Leah and continued going to school in America because I was not going to spend my final year in WSS dealing with assholes like him.

I silently begged for him to notice me again; I felt like I was living in an alternate universe all of a sudden. Because for reasons that I don’t quite understand, I felt like I was forming a soft spot for the egocentric asshole that is Zander Maz.

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