Last First Kiss [ON HOLD//WRITER'S BLOCK]

Chapter 10

Crap just got real. Callan Dawson is really coming to America. Is he sweet like Bryce? Thoughtful like Alexandra? Or as arrogant as Craig? I have really no idea. All I know is that he's in an all-boys boarding school called St. Louis Academy in Yorkshire, he's also 16, and has a very attractive British accent on the phone.

Craig sighed as he put his phone back into his bag. He then ruffled his dark hair because of the sand I threw at him earlier, and he then put on his shirt. Thank God.

"I think your dad and Jeremy went home already. My dad sent me a text message. I'll give you a ride home." he said, still shaking his hair for stray sand.

I stared at him in disbelief. "No shit, Sherlock. What am I supposed to do? Walk home?"

He raised his hands in defeat. "Woah, stop with the cursing, princess. Let's go.."

I followed him to his crimson Lexus and hopped in the passenger seat.

The ride home was silent and really awkward. Midnight's approaching and there's still school tomorrow, since it's still Thursday tonight. I inhaled the vanilla scent and exhaled through my mouth.

Breaking the silence, Craig spoke up. "What's the street and house number?"

"45 Sycamore Avenue." I replied.

He continued driving until we finally reached my house. Still, he never opened the door for me. Jerk. I got out of the car and went to the gate. He lowered down his window as I glanced back at him.

"Good night, princess."

"Yeah. Good night..... and thank you."

He smirked at my reply and said, "Anytime." before he sped off.

As soon as I got inside, my brother was still playing his Assassin's Creed 3 or whatever that is. I creeped silently behind him so that it will leave no distractions to him.

"Yes! It's on like Donkey Kong!" He exclaimed since he escaped his online friend's dagger. Wait, did he just say the same exact lines Liam Payne of One Direction put on his description box on Twitter? Hell yeah, he just did. As a matter of fact, he hates them. Being the jerk as he is, he doesn't like my obsession towards them. I don't care! I love them!

I continued walking slowly towards the staircase until Jeremy called out my name.

"Yo, Erin. You can't hide forever you know." he said, still fidgeting over the controller. Ugh. Boys will be boys. A boy without video games is like New Year without a countdown.

"Yeah right, and you're still playing I see. Tomorrow's Friday, in case you forgot. It's a school day." I replied while taking steps on the stairs.

"Thanks for reminding me that, Captain Obvious, but I still need to complete this fucking shit called a mission." He said. His eyes were still on the screen. His fingers moving crazily as some characters approached his.

"Gosh! Stop cursing, buckhead!" I groaned and stormed quickly to my bedroom.

I clicked on the lights and sighed. Gosh, I am so sleepy. I quickly got changed with my Galaxy pajamas and my oversized Bazinga! shirt my brother got me for my birthday. I quickly went under my comforter and fell asleep as soon as I got into fetal position.

"ERIN ANNE LAWLEY!"

I looked at my alarm clock. 6 o'clock in the morning. School doesn't start until 8! I groaned in despair. Why on earth are you barging in this early?

I heard footsteps coming from the staircase and someone barged into my room. Of course, my best friend Kaylin Sanders.

"Erin! I have something worth 1 million gossip points!" She said excitedly.