Wolf President Hooks Up

"Oh, for god's sake, you went on to a prestigious university! You have such a short memory? Look at you! How quickly you forget! Remember you went to the police station? I was the one who interrogated you. Ring any bells?"

Hazel tilted her head and waved her hand, murmuring,

"Hey, stop being loud! You are making me nauseous!"

"What? Nauseous?"

Before Bradley got that, Hazel already stumbled towards the bathroom.

"Hey, wait! Be careful. Let me help you."

Looking at the punk lying on the ground, Bradley hesitated for a moment while other police officers came over.

He went over to explain what had happened and then handed his gun over to them.

"Hey you guys take care of this. I ... I got a family emergency. Gotta go."

Bradley hurriedly made up an excuse and ran towards the bathroom.

"Hazel! Hazel Hoffman!"

He ran to the bathroom, only to find that no one was there.

"Oh man, where did she go? Where is she? She is drunk! For god's sake, she is driving me crazy!"

He hurriedly walked down a street to find her.

Finally, he saw her staggering on a street.

"Hazel, Hazel! Wait! I'm gonna take you home!"

Bradley ran forward as fast as he did when he was in the running races at the police academy, and finally caught up with her.

"Hazel, Hazel! Wait!"

***

"Get your hands off me! You dickhead!"

Hazel shouted and stamped while frowning.

When she pushed him away, she got wobbled like a tumbler, which made Bradley worried.

Finally, she fell into his arms, and her head hit his chest. It hurt.

"Hey, you stay on campus? What's your dorm number?"

Bradley held her and asked gently.

While Hazel was just gasping for breath, like an old bull.

After a while, she still didn't answer him, so he rubbed her face and asked,

"Hey, say something! It's cold. We can't just stand on the street all through the night! Come on. Say something! What's your dorm number? I'm taking you there."

Hazel rubbed her face against his chest as if she was gonna tell him her address. But to his surprise, she didn't. Instead, she began to cry loudly.

....

stunned

her and

at you. Why

now. Stop

you make me want

kept crying, cars besides going

breeze seemed to freeze her heart. Leaning against Bradley, she kept crying for half an

tears wet

this, Bradley was heartbroken. After all, the leather was

hell are you

these

***

Finally, Hazel gradually stopped.

tears, raised her head, and squeezed a bitter smile

she would probably say

she blinked and said four

"I am so sleepy."

head and

Hey! You can't

You really have a thick skin, don't

look at you. Sleeping like a stone. What am

remember, you made me, Hazel. Don't blame me for

policeman, brought the sleeping Hazel back to

so you know, this is my place. But, don't get me wrong. I'm not thinking

anything from

and put Hazel on

was kind of in

Her hair was sticking to it. There

to see

her like this, Bradley couldn't help

are a mess when

and sighing, he went to the bathroom. He soaked a towel with hot water

almost exhausted him. So after cleaning up her face, Bradley was so tired. He then slept on the floor beside the

the middle of the night, he was shocked by the fact that there was a woman sleeping on

made him even more shocked was that

***

lord! She slept pretty hard, didn't

had kicked away the quilt that had

had been rolled up by her, which made her straight legs and the cute cartoon

of the night, Bradley

tucked her in again, hands

bathroom, he found he got

she's hot even

one of

***

that his father was in his

in the morning. But Atwood Smith was

What are you

why were you still up late in the middle of the