𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

Chapter |32| A Gift From The Heart

K I A R A ' S   P.O.V

I couldn't sleep at all last night, partly because Aaron was kept texting me and I couldn't resist not texting him back, but mostly because I was finally graduating. I was finally done with school!

In these past three weeks, Aaron and I have grown closer every day. I normally spent my days simply hanging out with him and it was perfect . I couldn't keep away from him, and after the night in the club, he didn't give me a moment to breathe either.

Not that I minded, occasionally a girl liked a tiny bit of suffocation.

Tristan convinced my dad to put him on patrol duty instead of being my bodyguard, and he agreed since I told him that I didn't need one anymore since school was over and I was only spending time at Tessa's or at home.

A lie, but I could protect myself.

Just because he wasn't my bodyguard anymore, didn't mean we didn't still see each other. Our friendship had remained intact, though we were still distant. Occasionally he would join me for some coffee in the kitchen where we would talk about the recent plot twist in our favourite series Bridgeton, or laugh over memories dredged up from the past.

We were good, as long as I didn't bring up Aaron, which I didn't. God, I'm not a total idiot.

"Kiara, hurry the fuck up!" Kai screamed, sending my perfect ass into gear.

I quickly finished curling my dark ends, and fixed them in place with some hairspray. Then I grabbed the white dress that my mum had steam ironed and pulled it on, zipping up the back with a hanger.

Finishing my make up off with another coat of thick lip gloss, I slipped on my navy pumps and ran downstairs. Everyone was stood waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, and when I say everyone, I mean everyone.

My parents, brothers, uncles, aunts, grandparents and even my step grandmother, Trinity who was way too young for Grandpa Damon, were watching me with a smile as I graced them with my presence.

It took me nearly ten minutes to hug and greet them all, before my dad ushered them out to their cars. Once they had all left, my dad stood there in the living room, my brothers trying to hide their smiles.

"What's going on guys?" I chuckled nervously, but then I gasped when my dad held up a pair of shiny key in-front of my face. "No way!"

"Yes way, we thought you could ride in style to your graduation." I squealed, snatching them and then sprinting outside.

Holy fuck.

My dream car, an Aston Martin DBS Superleggera, in pitch black was sitting in my driveway. It was just sitting there and waiting for me to drive it!

I screamed, jumping up and down, just like the time I got a barbie dream house for Christmas when I was seven. My parents rushed out, my brothers following closely behind.

"So, did we do good?" I gaped at them, running my hand along the spotless hood.

"You did amazing! Thank you!" I practically jumped on my dad, squeezing the life out of him, before doing the same to my mum.