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I woke up in the morning at the sound of my alarm blaring

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I woke up in the morning at the sound of my alarm blaring. It was Monday and I was tired from Last night's Disney Marathon! I got up went to the bathroom and started getting ready. After taking a quick shower for 10 minutes I walked into the closet and grabbed black jeans and a white sweatshirt and got dressed.

Combing through my hair and putting on my studs and grabbed my backpack and rushed downstairs. "Mom I am leaving!" I shouted. When I walked to the door I realized something MY CAR!

"MOM!" I shouted disappointed. "Honey can you please stop shouting?" she asked. I groaned in return. "Where is Kyle?" I asked. "Oh, he and Elina left half an hour ago," Mom shrugged. "WHAT?!" I shouted. I grabbed my phone to call him but he just declined my call. Groaning I walked outside.

Great Friends, I have. I sulked walking outside and as soon as I walked out of the gate an Audi came to a screeching stop right in front of me. I was going to give him a piece of mind when the car window rolled down and I saw a very handsome person sitting in the driver's seat.

His Tommy Hilfiger sunglasses are on. Wearing his classic black outfit. Messy hair. Okay, heart calm down. I know he is good-looking!

I smiled at him. I opened the car door getting in. "Good morning," I said cheerfully clearly happy that I had a sweet ride. "Stop smiling so cheekily it's too early," he snapped. "Not an early person," I muttered. "Clearly fu*king not," he said and rolled up the window on my side. He finally took off his glasses and I could see the beautiful green eyes.

"You are such a child," He said as he bent towards me and pulled my seatbelt for me. His breath fanning over my neck. Chill Kia. Blush crept up my face. He started the car and I looked at him when I realized something. "You are supposed to be resting!" I said. "Not again!" he groaned.

"Ash, don't you understand? It's for your good! You need to take care of yourself! Did you take the medicines at least? Why do you always do this? First, you don't tell me why and how you get hurt and then when I ask you to rest or take care of yourself you don't even want to do that! Think about your mom! What will she thinks when she finds out that you are in such trouble and you don't even take care of yourself!"I said.

The car came to a stop. "Do you ever stop talking? You are very fu*king annoying!" he said running a hand through his already messy hair making them messier. Wow. "But, Are you okay?" I asked concern lacing my voice. He looked at me. I couldn't see his eyes as they were hooded by the glasses but I knew he was intensely looking at me. I could feel his gaze.

"What?" I asked. "No one has ever asked me that," he muttered but since we were the only ones in the car I heard it loud and clear. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," he said and was about to start driving when I stopped him grabbing his hand in mine.

"How are you?" I asked softly. I wanted to know. I wanted to how he was. How he felt. More importantly who he was. Life from his view seemed different and opposite from mine. But I don't know why I wanted to make sure he was okay.

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