"Do you remember anything from last night" The blue eyed man asked me. I thought about but came out blank. I couldn't remember anything from the other night.
"No..." I mumbled; the man nodded. Leaving it at that as he handed me a plate of food...
"Mr. Styles I know you might not find this class interesting, but at least pretend your paying attention." My teacher called me out in front of the class breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry Mrs. Adams." I mumbled slightly embarrassed. She drifted her attention back to the class, whilst I started day dreaming again; pretending to read a chapter in the novel we were reading.
That man was still on my mind and I didn't know how to get him out. How could I. He had saved me from getting raped; I really couldn't be more grateful, but odds are I would never see him again.
I wish I could though, I would give him a hundred thank you cards and a brand new car if I could, I knew I could if I wanted, but I was just over exaggerating, plus the man was already rich. He was living in one of the most expensive penthouses in London.
The bell for the ending of class rang; I grabbed my stuff putting it in my bag. "Not so fast class. I know today is your first day back but you have to read and finish the book I gave to you and explain how the author wrote out the characters feeling. You have to do at least 5 pages on it. It's due on Friday so I suggest you start on it now"
The class groaned as they walked out the class into the busy hallway. Ryan, my best friend since 5 grade followed me out the class. His deep British accent drilled through my ears. "What a boring class, and then the teacher gives us homework. That was just unacceptable. I mean it's our first day back. " Ryan rambled draping his arm around my shoulder, as we walked to our lockers.
"It's best to do it instead of complain about it."
Ryan scoffed. "That's too much work. 5 f*ckin pages on sh*t." He mumble the last part probably not wanting me to hear.
"Language." I warned him pointing an accusing finger at him. He rolled his eyes leaning against the lockers as I got out my books for next period.
"Oh yeah, I called you twice yesterday, you didn't pick up." Ryan pointed out.
I still hadn't told him about what happened, or my parents. So when I came home my mom and dad yelled at me the next morning for not coming home, so I lied to them about staying over at Ryan's.
I got grounded for a week so now after school I had to come straight home, unless I have after school activities.
"Oh,.. must've turned my phone off." I said as it was the first thing on my mind. He nodded slowly looking at me skeptically. He didn't believe me, but at least he didn't question me.
Then we went off to our next class which unfortunately we didn't have together. I had math while he had history.
All through math I thought about the mystery guy.
I chewed on my food afraid to ask him any questions. He gave off a dangerous vibe that I didn't want anything to do with. After I had finished he took me up to his bathroom to recheck my injuries. I hadn't even notice he had tended to them.
As he took off my bandages to clean them and replace them with new ones I just played with the hem of my shirt- well his shirt. I had waken up like this. In just a large white shirt and briefs.
"What is it?" He asked after a while as if he had notice I wanted to tell him something. My eyes widened in surprise as I looked up at him. He had stopped what he was doing, to look at me intently with his blue eye piercing through mine.
