Fixing Him

Chapter 3- What the fuck just happened?

Chapter 3- What the fuck just happened?

I woke up with up with a bit of ice cream on my shirt and in my hair. My head shot up and I looked at the time, it read '9:30'. "Oh shit!" Why didn't mom wake me up?

I'm an hour or so late for school. I ran to the shower and washed my hair and body frantically. Once I got out I didn't waste any time throwing a shirt out of my closet and grabbing pants.

After I slipped on my shirt, I tried to put my pants on and pull them up, but instead, I ended up falling sideways. I heard a light chuckle after I got up.

I looked around extremely confused. Was the ghost of my mom haunting me for not waking up on time. Wait-was my mom dead? No, it can't be her. That chuckle was deeper than my mom's.

I looked around my room some more and finally my eyes landed on the window. Through the glass I saw Adam sitting by his window. On his face was a smirk that would make any girl drool, all except for me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I bet he was a god in another life, but right now, he's presented himself as a douchebag to me.

I opened my window, which was previously shut and peered out. "What's so funny?" I questioned. He stopped smiling and his face shifted in a blank emotion. I sort of frowned, he looked cuter with the smile.

"Why the frown?" Adam questioned, tilting his head some. Being a girl, I blushed, praying to God that he doesn't notice.

"Well, to start off my morning, I woke up late for school, then I fall down when I try to change, and-" I look down finally realizing I'm only wearing my shirt and underwear. My face immediately turns red. If Adam didn't see me blush earlier, he could definitely see it now.

"Uhh....I should probably put pants on.." I said quietly mentally slapping myself for forgetting my damn pants. Once I put them on I went back to the window. But I was disappointed to find Adam wasn't there anymore.

I thought for a moment about how weird it was to be talking with Adam and not hating him throughout the conversation.

But then I remembered I was late for school.

"Shit!" That seemed to be my favorite word this morning.

Since I didn't have my mom to drive me to school, I had to take my bike. I walked downstairs to open the garage, when I heard a car horn beep outside.

I went over to the window and looked through the glass to find a slim black car in front of the driveway. I opened the door and picked up my bag.

As I walked down to the car, I recognized the brown hair and sharp jawline. "Why are you parked in front of my house?" I questioned Adam.

"Well," he began turning towards me. "We're both late to school. Don't make me regret my decision."

"Okay, okay. I'm getting in." I said opening the car door. As I sat down, I admired the leather on the seats. "This is a nice car." I told him.

"I know." He responded looking at the road. I nodded and opened my phone, for the wait.

I opened Crossy Road, on my iPhone and began tapping. Once my chicken hit a truck, I muttered to myself, "Fuck." Then I began again, not cursing very much though.

"I didn't know little miss perfect cursed." Adam said a, a smirk present on his face. I turned to him with an annoyed face.

"I'm not little miss perfect!" I not-so-screamed at him. His smirk deepened, as if he was enjoying my anger. I lowered my voice and asked, "and why should you care anyways." He never responded, so I smiled in victory.