Started As Strangers, Ended As Lovers

seven.

"Hey, where have you been?" Brody asked the second I sat back beside him in History.
Well, not like the second. More like a minute. He stared at me for a while before speaking.

I shook my head, indicting that I didn't want to speak. I couldn't speak, I'm afraid if I do so, screams, cries, worries and fear talk would come spilling out from my mouth without my permission. Brody simply mouthed a "okay" and went back listening to the lesson, unlike me, who placed my head on my arms that were on the table and slept through the last 30 minutes of the class.

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"Hey, wake up," someone with a deep voice said after shaking me.

I groggily sat up and yawned. I looked around me and realized that we were in the school auditorium. I furrowed my brows as I recalled the last thing I remembered before napping through the last few hours of the morning.

I was supposed to be in History class, what the hell am I doing in here?

I looked towards Brody and it dawned upon me that he had carried me here without me knowing.

"Thanks," I said awkwardly. He shrugged casually, as if this was something he did everyday.

Well, that was a weird thought.

"What is?" Brody asked and I jumped in shock, I didn't realize that I had voiced my thoughts out loud.

Shaking my head, I stood up while taking my bag with me and said, "Never mind that. I'll be leaving now, thanks for just now."

I started walking out of the auditorium when I heard Brody asked, "Wait! I need someone to show me around town, maybe you could help?"

I shook my head, "I can't, sorry. I have to go apologize to Kara and fix what had broken. Maybe tomorrow?"

Brody replied, "I'll follow you then. Maybe you'll need some backup," and feigned to flex his muscles.

Even though he was faking it, you could still see the hard outlines of his muscles, probably making him about ten times more attractive.

Nevertheless, despite what just happened an hour ago, I cracked a smile and nodded before asking him to follow me.

We left the auditorium and headed to the first place I had guessed she would've gone to the moment school ended.

Stella's Super Salon, the only good hair salon our hick of a town has, despite its ugly yet catchy name.

As we exited school, I can't help but feel someone staring at me from behind intently. I turned around and found Brody looking at me questionably, like I was some sort of puzzle he wants to solve, and a look that looked a hell lot like sympathy.

I found myself glaring at him as I asked angrily, "The hell do you want?"

Confusion once again washed over his face.

"Stop looking at me sympathetically," I explained.

"I'm not."

Anger boiled in my blood,"Yes you we—"

"Look, we can stand here all day long arguing about something that's a very small matter, or we can haul ass and find Kara before shit stirs. I can tell she's someone you don't want to mess with," Brody interrupted me and making a lot of sense that I had no choice but to shut up and follow.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, trying to say that I don't care what you say about me without articulating it out.

"Fine, do you have a car?"

Upon hearing the topic on cars, his eyes lit up and grinned, "Hell yeah I do. Let's go."

He grabbed a hold of my wrist and lead me to his car, not caring for a moment that I was whining and asking him to let go, that I could walk by myself.

We entered his car—A jeep? A BMW? A Mercedes? I don't know— with him helping me to open the passenger door and grinning at me while I mumbled out a 'thanks' and willed my heart to stop trashing around so hardly and my stomach to stop being a gymnast and doing flips.

"Seatbelt." Brody commented or demanded or told me the moment he entered the vehicle and started up the engine.

"I'm not a kid, I know what to do in cars," I grumbled out, not having the intention for him to actually hear me.

But he did and he chuckled.

"Sorry, but I'm just worried that my little kitten," putting emphasis on the nickname, again. "doesn't know how to keep herself save."

I groaned as he laughed his head off and exited the school parking lot.

For some reason, I felt that there was a whole other meaning behind his sentence, like a hidden message behind his words.

I shook my head, telling myself that it was just my imagination again, that no way was a boy that met me five hours ago caring that much about me.

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author's note:
holy shit balls i finally complete chapter seven, see, it wasn't thAT HArd.
i changed the plot of this bc i couldn't continue this part lmao im sorry i suck.
anyyyways, pls vote !! ;-))
fun fact about me (yey get-to-know ;]): i like 5sos, p!atd, tøp and fob a lot !! might not be a v v v v big fan but i like their music a lot :-)

xoxo, angela
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