Isabella Davis: She's sweet she's pretty and she has a heart of gold. Don't get tricked by her sweetness though, you say one thing out of line whether it's bad or rude and this girl will literally not wait a second before firing back a snarky ass co...
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Here I am. Back in Ares' car, this time in the front seat next to him meanwhile Nico and Eve sat in the back.
It was complete silence. No one spoke.
I turn my head looking out the window not speaking. I mean I can't blame them. I almost just killed someone in the diner in front of everyone. I don't know what came over me but it is something I hope I never experience again.
After a few minutes, Ares dropped off Nico and Eve back at his house.
Then off we went again. Where to? I don't know but I'm nosy so of course I asked.
"Where are we going?" I turn and look at Ares questioning him
"Cleveland"
"Were flying right?"
"No."
"I'm sorry what? We don't even have clothes Ares what are you doing"
"You need the week. To train. To focus"
"but the exchange is in a week and a half"
"Exactly"
huh?
"what are you saying?"
"just don't worry about it"
We're driving from Ontario Canada to Cleveland Ohio for the week, Ares and me.
Did I mention that Canada is VERY cold. Then again the weather is so bipolar. I've lived here my whole life. The first time I left Canada was when I was fourteen and it was only to New York for my dads birthday. He wanted to explore Times Square and the statue of liberty, it was an okay trip. I mean don't get me wrong it was a family trip but I get bored easily. The most memorable part though was when dad played jazz music at the hotel. It was the first time I had really listened to jazz. The piano player was blind. Although he could play well, like really really well. The whole band could play well, but all I remember is feeling sad and alone and observant. Of course
After that, I never listened to jazz again. I wouldn't want to anyways, it would just remind me of him and how he hurt me. How he hated me, how he always told me to shut up because I was talking for so long.
Driving down the road, with the music going, singing along with the music. This feels like a getting away trip except with Ares. We never went on trips, we never really went out together in general. Ares had already booked an Air BNB for us. He's like another best friend to me, except this time I like him more than a best friend. I'm not quite sure where he stands but I hope he feels the same way as I do. We are each other's best friend or it could totally just be a one sided relationship. It might be. SHUSH consy.
