Saving Daisey

Chapter 19

My hands shake with anger as I slam the front door shut. I should have known that Ashton wouldn't have broken up with Lori, why would the most popular guy in the school and the most popular girl in the school ever break up? Am I stupid?

Why do I even care so much? It's not like we were dating, he only invited me because we had to do a project together.

I quickly walk down the old stone steps, and pace over to the two mangled cars.

How am I going to get back to UCLA? It's at least a 2 hour drive. I'm guessing their aren't any busses or taxis that will take me that far, and there's no one here offering to give me a ride.

I'd read online about something called hitch hiking? That's probably my only chance.

I stalk over to Ashton's crumpled car and open the boot. Inside is my Luis Vuitton suitcase and my bag. I haul them out, and begin my decent of the never ending driveway.

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The crunching of gravel behind me has me whirling around in panic. I'm still walking down the driveway, my suitcase being dragged behind me carelessly.

A Range Rover approaches me, the drivers window is down and as it nears closer I get a clear view of Jakes handsome face. He grins at me. I scowl back, seriously not in the mood to be annoyed.

"Need a ride?" He calls, his boyish grin making my knees weak.

"I'm fine" I pout, keeping my head faced forward.

He laughs, the car slowly creeping at the side of me.

"So you're going to walk from here all the way back to UCLA?"

I don't answer, continuing to face forward.

"Dasiey, get in." He whines.

I turn to face him, "No, I'll hitch hike or something."

He let's out an exasperated sigh.

"Daisey, if you don't get in the car I'll be forced to manhandle you into it."

My jaw drops to the floor, "You wouldn't" I gasp. His smile broadens.

"Oh, I would."

That alone has me terrified, I practically sprint to the car door. He laughs, before jumping out of his seat and taking my suitcase. He puts it in the back of the car and motions for me to get in.

"Wise choice" he murmurs, seating himself back in the drivers seat.

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It must have been an hour into the journey and already my face hurts from laughing so much.

"So why did you and Ashton fight?" I ask, taking a long slurp from my McDonald's diet coke. His face drops, and I instantly wish I hadn't asked.

"It doesn't matter, you don't have to tell me" I mutter, placing the drink back in the drink holder.

"I'm adopted." He states, his face deadpan.

I gasp in shock....how can that be? They all look so alike?

"I was adopted when I was three- by Elizabeth and her husband" he continues, constantly looking out of the front window.

"I had a pretty rough childhood before Elizabeth came along..."

His voice cracks a little, before he shakes his head on a sigh. He doesn't continue to speak, and I understand that. I change the subject completely and in no time at all we are back to our laughing selves.