Love or Lust *MAJOR EDITING*

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✧ Desiree

Dreaming of more cookies, my lazy butt was sitting down watching Friends. All of the sudden, the door slams. I jump up nervously hoping it is my mom. It's not. Ryder came in. He was breathing hard from angry and running back in assuming.

"Dude what the hell happened?"

"I needed to cool off" he quickly sits down on my bed. He avoids my curious eyes. I scoot closer to him trying to examine him for emotion. Not being able to avoid my curious (beautiful) eyes, he looks at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot blood on his knuckles.

"What did you do Ryder?" I said grabbing his hand. He looks down and sighs

"I punched Matt"

"RYDER! WHY?!?"

"He's bad news and he's not going to hurt you. Why do you care so bad?" I open my mouth but quickly shut it. Thinking about that thought, why do I care so much?

"Desi!" Ryder said snapping me out of my thoughts. I push him out of my room and slam the door. I lock it and my back slides down the door. My body meets the floor. He sighs and walks down the stairs. I hear his footsteps walk out the door. I shake my head. Are you kidding me Ryder?

In frustration, I grab a bag and throw in my wallet, chapstick and a charger. I run downstairs in my flips flops and grab my keys hanging from the wall. My red, beautiful truck sits in the driveway calling me. I hop in and drive.

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10:00 pm

I have been driving around aimlessly for about 4 hours. I had no idea where I was going but I needed to cool off. My mind lingers to memories of my grandpa. His hand always out the window. His fingers move with the wind. I smile and place my hand outside the window of my truck. The cool air breezing through my fingers. My smile grows.

A gas station ahead has a sign that writes "99 cent slushies". I smile and pull in. As my car fills with gas, my stomach fills with a blue raspberry slushee.

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I end up in a field. I get out, bringing my slushie with me. I sat in the middle of the field.

Ever since I moved to this damn school all it has been in drama. Some good but mostly bad. Sure I love the people here but others not naming names, (MATTHEW), have been driving me insane. Still figuring out if it's good insane or bad insane.

I lay back and look up at the stars my eyes roaming the world around me.

"What are you doing?" I jump and look at the person standing over me. He was blonde and had a big smile. Familiar looking

"Um, my question is who are you?" I say now standing. I'm embarrassed and nervous so my cheeks are flushed pink.

"I'm offended you don't know my name" he says placing a hand over his heart as if he was offended. I know sarcasm when I hear it. I roll my eyes at him and cross my arms waiting for my answer. " I'm Jack Johnson one of Matt's friends."

"Ahh that's why you look familiar" I slightly nod and sit back down back down. Jack sat next to me. Our eyes locked on the sky.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Well I always come here and I happened to see you" I nod even though I don't believe him.

"And I kind of followed you out of the gas station because you looked lonely" I laugh and he cracks a smile. I knew he doesn't come here on a daily basis.

"So Desiree, the mystery girl, tell me more about you?"

"What is there to tell?" I look over at him. His big eyes intimidate mine so mine shy away.

"Well for starters, what's your favorite color?" I laugh and thought about it.

"Purple"

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We talked for what seemed like hours even though it was only 20 minutes.

"Well, I better head home" I say standing up. I wipe the grass off my butt and Jack smirks.

"Need some help with that?" I slap his hand away as he laughs. We walk back to our cars and I give him a quickly hug before I drive off. He was a friend when I needed one. The least I could do was give him a hug.

Once again placing my hand out the window, the wind gliding through my fingertips.

I pull into the driveway and walk into my house. My mom was sound asleep on the couch. A book covering her face. I laugh as I took the book off. I set it on the table and covered her small body with a big blanket. I kiss her cheek and walk upstairs.

I step out of my jean shorts and throw on some pj shorts. I crawl into bed and wrap my body in a huge blanket. It's a comforting thing to do.

My eyes are tired and are yelling at my brain to sleep. My mind ignores my tired eyes and remains awake alive with thoughts.

"Looks like I'm not sleeping tonight"

A/N Picture credit to me! But you guys need to be active so I know you like the book. I enjoy feedback. It helps me become a better writer.