Dion's P.O.V
We've been on the road for about ten minutes now. I don't why but I felt so awkward in my own car. But on next to me on the passenger seat, her gaze was fixated on the outside. She wasn't shaking or showing any sign of being uncomfortable. It's funny how it seems like she never seizes to surprise me in some ways. But then she gets me all confused and stuff. At one point I think I've got her figured out but then at some point she shows me something else.
She's like another Shakespeare play where the words and every sentence could mean something completely different or it's not what it seems to be. She's almost like an equation that I can't solve in a math quiz.
I sneaked a peak from the corner of my eye towards he and the first thing that I see was her long hair with its loose curls hanging and then my gaze followed the slim pattern of her body. I do have to admit, she looks good in my sweater. I averted my eyes when I got to the end of the sweater.
Why am I even thinking like this? This is not even a big of a deal.
I don't need to ask her for her address because she already told me when we left the house so I just stayed quiet.
When we pulled up to the house, we sat in the car for a while. It was clear that this girl isn't just a random girl with nothing; she was from a wealthy family.
I looked at her to see why she hasn't gotten out of the car. She just sat there, like she didn't want to go inside. There was clearly something happening in her family but that's my business to ask.
"You're not gonna go in?" ii finally asked. She must've been thinking because she was a little startled when I asked her.
"Huh? I mean, yeah." She took her seat belt off slowly and looked at the front door before getting out of the car.
I got out too. She made her way up the stairs then she stood right before she got to the door.
"Hey, thank you...for you know."
"You don't need to thank me."
"No I do. I wasn't myself last night and I probably did some really stupid stuff. I owe you guys one and... I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologise." I said and then we fell silent. I just nodded and got in the car. She waved at me weakly with a warm smile.
When I drove outside the gates, I thought to myself. This is probably the last time I'll ever see that girl.
Then it occurred to me that I still didn't know her name.
Great, nice work dick head.
Mia's P.O.V
"There you are." Ingrid our maid said with relief as she came to meet me at the door.
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Married or Not, You Don't Own Me
Novela JuvenilIn the wealthy life styles of American teens, they get the best of what life has to offer. Mia who is one of those teenagers that were born rich but she never really took that advantage. She's your average teenager that's been struggling to get use...
