Rider’s P.O.V
                              In the morning I woke up with my eyes closed and an odd sensation. The weight on 
                              my bed shifted, then I felt a cold, iron clasped grip around my wrists. 
                              Someone's body was straddling over my own. "Get up, Rider." It was Roux's voice. 
                              I opened my eyes only to find his face closer than I'd expected. 
                              "What do you want?" I said groggily. He smiled. For a moment he raised his 
                              eyebrow and thought, all while he had a mysterious grin plastered on his 
                              devilish face.
                              "Just want you to get up for now." He stated. 
                              "Why?" His weight shifted, as a result his grasp on me tightened. "Ow!" I 
                              howled. "Why are you so damn cold?" 
                              For a moment panic surged across his face before he released me. "I'm always 
                              cold in the morning." He recovered quickly. "Just get ready." He said one last 
                              time before exiting. Why was he rushing me? Where were we going anyhow? But as 
                              always I got up with the questions remaining unspoken and did as he asked. Once 
                              I was prepared in a pair of lose fitting, gray shorts, my favorite hot pink 
                              shirt, and my mainly purple, rainbow Levi Converse I headed downstairs. Roux was 
                              standing over the stove cracking eggs. His back was to me. He was wearing an 
                              orange t-shirt with a black pair of skinny jeans and Converse. 
                              "Breakfast?" He asked without glancing back at me. 
                              "Um, sure." I went to the cabinets in search of a cup for cranberry juice. What? 
                              I wasn't that typical. "Are you eating today?" I said testing the waters. 
                              Roux turned, laughing. "You know, for some reason you love irritating me. 
                              Especially in the morning. Why is that?" He raised an eyebrow as he served the 
                              food.
                              "Because you refuse to tell me the truth."   
                              He frowned. "There's nothing to tell." He mumbled. "Anyhow, I'll drive you to 
                              and from school today." 
                              I gasped. "You expect me to go to school after what happened yesterday?" I 
                              raised an eyebrow.
                              He studied me for a moment, debating. "What happened yesterday, Rider?" He asked 
                              a little too coolly for my liking. 
                              "Um, the whole mall incident!" I made sure not to mention the scene I'd 
                              witnessed with Cairo. I wasn't certain how he'd react to my knowledge of it. 
                              "Oh." He waved dismissively. "That wasn't anything too out of the ordinary for 
                              you not to attend school." He said as a-matter-of-factly. A great deal of me 
                              wanted to punch him in the face. 
                              "Please, don't make me go today." Sometimes I felt sick to my core going to 
                              school. I couldn't handle it today.
                              "You're going and that's final!" He stretched out of the room. 
                              "Whatever you say dad." I grumbled. 
                                      
                                   
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He ran me over and now he wants to adopt me!?!
Teen FictionI've been living in an orphanage pretty much all my life. I never really understood the purpose of my parents dying and leaving me behind...I'd always thought I didn't belong here. Maybe I should've been with them...I should've died, but then I met...
 
                                               
                                                  