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----Harley:
9.47 pm - yeah
9.47 pm - u good?
Me:
9.48 pm - do u wanna hang out
Harley:
9.48 pm - sure, do u want me to pick u up
Me:
9.48 pm - i'll drive. where to?
Harley:
9.48 pm - my house, i'll text u the address
I get up and wash my face (the room I walked into was the bathroom), feeling still a little shaky, but better than before. Before I leave the bathroom, I try to listen through the door to see if the coast is clear. I don't hear anything, so I strain my ears. Still nothing. I think the coast is clear.
I silently open the door and go upstairs into my room to grab my keys. I drive a pretty old car, but it runs and connects to Bluetooth and has a working air conditioner. That's all that matters. I also think it's a good car. I walk back downstairs, and to my dread, my parents are still there.
"What are you doing?" My mom asks as she sees me with the car keys.
"Going out for a drive."
"Oh... it's kinda cold. Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," I shrug, not thinking twice as I exit the house. The weather is still bearable, so I don't know what my mom meant by saying it's cold. I get into my car, and pull out of the driveway, following the GPS to his place.
I don't why I'm making such terrible decisions. But it makes me feel at ease.
Driving to a stranger's house at night to possibly hook up puts me at ease. It makes me feel like I haven't completely lost control of my life. It makes me feel like I haven't been fucked up in the head by a teacher I trusted. It makes me think that for once, I can make decisions in my sexual life.
And that whatever I do, it's my choice.
So I'm sorry if I seem like a terrible person for going on a walk and holding hands with Angel, but a short while later, texting Harley and driving to his house. I'm just doing what I feel like. I'm taking control of my life.
The drive was fifteen minutes from my place to his. Kind of far if you ask me, but it made sense because we were on the rich side of town. My side of the town is pretty well off as well, considering my mom is a doctor and my dad is a really good lawyer for divorces. Ironic because he's obsessed with his marriage.
Like I was saying, this side of the town has mansions. Huge ones. The ones with gates, and security. The ones with lit-up pathways and huge doors. I pull up to the one the GPS indicates and I'm stopped by a security guard. He gestures for me to roll down my window. "Uh, I'm here to see Harley."
He says something into a speaker thing and then nods for me to go in. I roll my window back up and roll my car up into their driveway. I don't know if I can say it's a driveway. It's a fucking four-lane road. I park my car in a random spot and walk up to the door. There's a person there to open doors as well, so I don't have to exert my poor hands.
When they open the door, there's another door. You know you're rich when you have two fucking entrances. The main entrance, and a real entrance. That door is opened by someone as well. I'm not going to lie, it feels illegal to be here. As if I'm off to meet someone who's paying me to be with them. But, of course, he isn't. I'm the one who wants to make out with him every time I have a panic attack.
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Delicate Hearts | Completed
Romance| previously known as : the bad boy's jacket | One girl. Two boys. Three delicate hearts. Madison Snow is far from perfect. Especially after a traumatic incident with a teacher she thought she trusted. She's making reckless decisions on a whim, al...