Heart

6 | Car ride

I've been in his car for five minutes and I don't know if it's just me but it's very awkward especially since he didn't turn the radio on when we got into the car, if he did it now it would be a bit rude, honestly though I would appreciate it if he did do it though.

I've been pondering on what I should say but what I come up with in my mind is dumb, so I open my mouth and hope for the best.

"This is a nice car, i always liked convertibles, I even have a Porsche at home" I say quickly

he glances at me finally acknowledging my presence

"Thanks, my mother bought it for me last year" he says this with a little bit of bitterness in his tone which make it even more awkward for me and makes me very curious on what terms him and his mother are on.

I clear my throat about to ask if he could turn the radio on but change my mind and take my phone out to text emmie and see how she is doing and I ask why I didn't see her at school. She responds back almost immediately saying she was at home and she didn't want anyone to see her in her state. I respond back that I understand and if she ever need anything I'll be there.

I glance over at my driver to see him concentrated on the road and I take this opportunity to admire him.

He truly looks so handsome with his black hair and natural pale skin matched with green eyes, his long lashes and high cheekbones, I think I even see light freckles.

"You can stop staring now" Mathew tells gruffly

"sorry" embarrassed that I got caught staring, I turn towards my window. Lately I've been not having good sleep at night so I've been tired during the day. I lay my head on the window and the last thing I hear before I drift off is the sound of the radio being turned on.
   
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"Hey, wake up we're at your house"

Wondering who's deep melodical voice that was, I crack my eyes to see mathew at my side. I open my eyes fully, realizing where we are

"Sorry, I fell asleep" I shake my head slightly, I need to stop apologizing to him everytime we talk.

"Yeah, I could tell you drooled all over my car door" he starts walking towards my house

I glance at the door I supposedly drooled over and see nothing, I look up towards Mathew and see him shoot me a smirk, I scowl at his back.

I jog over trying catch up to his long strides that were nearing closer to my house.

I notice him marveling at my house as we walk up to it side by side.

He stops at the door, waiting for me to open the it. I get my keys out of my bag I got at a vintage store.

"So, what about my car?"

"I will have one of my friends to look at it and bring it over when its fixed" he answer

"Alright, well thanks for the ride" I'm curious to what friend and wonder if they go to school with us or someone else but i don't ask. I insert the key into the door and open it. I walk in and turn to Mathew who is still standing outside

"Uhh.. before I go I just wanted to know if your alright, about the whole ty situation" he ask a bit worriedly

I almost feel giddy at the thought of him worrying about me but I don't think long about it. He is just a somewhat friend, it's only natural to be worrying about me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just hope nothing terrible comes out of this" I didn't really process what I said. I'm so caught up in his eyes, I can't look away. I feel so warm and safe. I haven't felt like that in so long, years even and that frightens me.

It felt like we were staring at each other for an eternity before he glanced away, i blow out air that I didn't realize I was holding.

"If you need anything call me" I feel a blush creeping in but I push it down not wanting him to get the wrong idea plus I don't blush, so no need to start now

"I'll see you at school Vic" his words make my heart beat faster. The way my nickname rolled off of his tongue was amazing. he turns away to walk back to his car. Before he gets in he gives me a quick glance then he leaves.

I watch his car roll off before I close the door. I walk to my living room, plop down on the couch with a grunt. I don't bother with turning the tv on knowing I'm going to be busy thinking of Mathew. I don't know why I feel the way I do when Im near him but I need to get it under control. The staring into each other eyes for so long thing is unrealistic. I can't be acting like this. I don't know why I'm acting like this. But it needs to stop. I don't need more stress, I already have enough.

I sigh deeply

He was gorgeous, had friends, yet I get a feeling he isn't happy, and I can't help but wonder why. I get up off of the couch and head off to my bed.

Once I get under my covers I succumb into a deep sleep.

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