The Power Academy

Chapter 50- Food Galore

A/n
So this is the 50th chapter of this book you guys…. Genuinely I am blown away by the love and support I have felt throughout writing this book and working through my trauma. I am the absolute worst at keeping up a schedule, but you all have allowed me to write and work through things at my own pace.

Thank you to the people that have left absolutely HILARIOUS comments, every time you guys say something I absolutely die laughing and go back to read the context of your little tid bits and it just makes me remember how much I love writing and how far I've come since starting this book.

Thank you to the people that have reached out and personally messaged me, weather in the group chat we had (that slightly died, but I still love you all with my whole heart) or on Wattpad DMs, your words genuinely mean the world to me and make my heart so happy to know that my words and story truly connect with you.

This chapter is gonna be a little long, and definitely it will be a chapter to remember.

Love you Always!

J
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Kayla’s PoV:

Damien laughs at my clearly shocked face, knowing how fast my confidence faltered, “Don’t worry, Little One, I will teach you how to ride, just not right now. We have too many fun things to do today before we die on the parkway,” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, relieved that I wouldn’t have to BS my way through a riding attempt. I hadn’t even gotten my license yet, always too nervous about hurting other people on the road. Throwing his leg over the bike to straddle it, Damien reaches his hand out to me, offering his help for me to climb on behind him.

“Don’t kill us, okay?”I bury my face into his back, breathing in his intoxicating cologne, calming me instantly

“Oh trust me, Little One, my bike isn’t going to be what kills you,” he punctuates his sentence by revving the bike and throwing it into drive. I feel calmer during this ride, enjoying the feeling of Damien’s muscles flexing and relaxing with each micromovement he made, keeping us safely speeding down the road to our next destination. Relaxing more into him, I begin to enjoy the beauty of the machine under the both of us, the thrill of the wind rushing through my hair as we continue our ride.

We roll into a parking lot and I am met with the sound of laughter and people running around, enjoying life. We are in front of a beautiful park full of playgrounds, water fountains, and flowers and natural plants as far as I can see, and the simple beauty of it touches my heart. Damien helps me get off of the bike and then wraps his arms around me from behind, “I thought you might enjoy a bit of normalcy after the months you’ve had.”

“A picnic?” I ask, turning around to him.

“Not quite,” he chuckles and points to somewhere next to us. Looking over, I see that Damien gestured to a few food trucks parked next to each other with small crowds surrounding each. I squeal in delight, spinning around to hug him.

“Thank you for today,” I mumble into his chest, grasping how much Damien planned today out.

“Anything for you, Little One.”
   
I lean up to gently kiss him and he somehow pulls me even tighter into himself. We stay like that for a few moments, leaning against each other and his bike, and resting in the comfort of each other’s presence. I pull away and kiss the tip of his nose, “Food?” I ask, giggling at the scrunched face he made when I kissed his nose.

“Food,” Damien lets my waist go, but gently grabs a hold of one of my hands, leading me to the three food trucks. Eventually, we settle on the truck selling these mouthwatering tacos, and we find ourselves sitting on a bench, looking at the beautiful community in front of us. As we sit on the bench, quietly eating our food, my eye is drawn to an older couple walking by a fountain. As the couple walks, I see the husband bend down to pick a wildflower and then gently putting it in his wife’s hair. Look at them, the love they have for each other, even the smallest thing made them so happy. Hopefully, someday I have that, the forever kind of love that is pure and unending, a best friend kind of love where a simple flower speaks volumes.