GRACELYN'S POV
I feel uneasy as my eyes slowly open. There's a mirror positioned directly next to the bed I'm lying in and my hair is a total mess. My head isn't pounding as bad as last night, but it is still very painful. Comfortably laying in bed, I rest my eyes shut again.
Wait a second. I throw myself out of bed and stand unsteadily, glancing around the unfamiliar room. This isn't my house. How did I get here?
Knock knock
I walk over to the white door and turn the silver handle. Staring down upon me is the boy with the green eyes. His hair is saturated and is hanging over his face. I'm assuming he has just gotten out of the shower.
"Morning sleepyhead."
"Is this your place? What's the time? Why did you bring me here?" I question confused. "I thought I made it home," I mumble to myself barely loud enough for him to hear.
The boy leans against the doorway with one arm and smiles at me.
"Yes it's my place and you're staying in the guest room," he chuckles, "and to answer the rest of your questions..it's 2pm and lucky for you, I found you passed out in an alleyway."
"Oh." I respond blankly staring at my feet. "Well uh thank you for this. For everything. Well I'd better get home." I state awkwardly waiting for him to remove his arm so I can leave.
"Don't you wanna know my name Gracelyn?" He smirks making me blush.
"You know my name?" I ask confused.
"Doesn't everyone? And I can see why after last night. You're one hardcore partier. Nearly as bad as me." He winks.
"Right, I mean I am pretty brilliant." I subtly flick my hair and lean on the opposite side of the doorframe with one arm leaving my legs stretched out on the other side, giving the boy the same energy. "So what is your name?" I raise an eyebrow at the green eyed boy who's body is nearly touching mine.
"Wouldn't you like to know..?" He asks, gently pushing my shoulder in a sarcastic tone. "Cmon then, I'll give you a ride home on my way."
His car is hot to say the least. It's a black Lamborghini Miura and he keeps it parked away in his garage that contains many more cars of similar styles.
The ride home was chill. Not awkward, just silent with the windows down and wind blowing in our hair. To break the silence I speak up.
"So you're new around here?"
"Yeah we moved from down South a week ago. I'm starting at Cresmont High, your school." He winks again.
"Do I get your name yet Mr Green eyes?"
"Haha that's cute..and wouldn't you like to know." Green eyes says mockingly as he pulls out a cigarette, driving with his knees. Damn this is hot.
"Where are you headed afterwards?"
"You know the answer."
"Wouldn't you like to know." I tease in a deep, sarcastic voice and roll my eyes in a jokingly manner.
We pull into my driveway and I step outside doing the Marcus Baker wave with a smirk on my face. He blows out smoke as his goodbye and speeds off down the straight road.
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Her Will to Live
RomanceA romance story that is tied together by a broken girl and a new boy. *** It is her first year of college and she is struggling with untreated illnesses and severe bullying. She slowly begins to believe she has no purpose in life and no reason to l...
