ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994,
Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year l...
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"You look beautiful."
"I look like I was dragged through hell and back by my hair." I wince at my appearance in the tiny mirror before I roughly shut the visor, and rock my head back against his red leather seats. "I can't believe I'm going in there looking like this. She's going to fire me." I glance over at Harry and watch his lips tightly pinch together.
He doesn't immediately say anything. He instead slips his hand off of his steering wheel, shifts his body closer toward mine, and leans in with his hand pressing against my cheek. "Say one more bad thing about yourself, Maya Bennet. I dare you." He says lowly, his words coming out in a threatening whisper as I glance down at my lap. "You look as pretty as always."
I can't help but rock my head further to the side, looking back at him with dark bags underneath my tired eyes and a terrible headache that makes me wish I could turn the sun off as if it has a magical light switch. "You're only saying that because you have to." I reply and his head rocks to the side. "What? You'd kinda be a dick if you told me I looked awful."
"No, I'd be a liar if I told you, you looked awful." He says immediately after I finish my breath. And I don't reply, I just look up at the roof of the car as I feel his hand gently travel down to my thigh, squeezing my flesh through the fabric of his sweats. "How's your head feelin' pretty girl?"
"The medicine helped." I speak through a sigh as I blindly place my hand on top of his, tracing the pad of my index finger along the cold silver rings he wears on his soft hands. "I still don't remember how I got into your room last night . . . Rizzo told me she blacked out too. That's never happened to me before."
"Never?" He repeats me in a questioning tone.
"No." I shake my head, glancing back over at him with my head still against the seat and my eyes slightly narrowed. "You don't remember anything at all?" I ask softly and he shakes his head, not saying anything in response as he flicks his eyes down toward my lap. "I think I'm done with alcohol for a while." I laugh under my breath.
The sound of a bell catches my attention so I sit up straight in my seat and glance toward the store Harry's parked in front of. Watching a girl walk into the Halloween-decorated building, Stephanie raises her head from behind the counter with a wide smile on her red painted lips—They only exchange a few words before she walks out from behind the counter and walks with the girl toward the back of the store.
After they disappear, I glance down at the watch on Harry's wrist, seeing it's only ten minutes away from noon. A dramatic sigh leaves my mouth as I sit up further, feeling his hand slip from mine before I comb my fingers through my long hair. "I should go before I'm late." I mumble quietly over the music that softly plays from his stereo.
