Don't Let Daddy Know (Martin Garrix fanfiction)

Sixteen

Chloé's POV:

When I woke up, I didn't feel tired for once. The thing that made me awake was a faint chirping bird that seemed to sit somewhere on the roof of the building.

I slowly moved my head, feeling that uneven warm pillow underneath me shifting and groaning.

My eyes shot open and I looked straight into his green eyes.

Martin. Who else?

He rubbed his eyes and groaned loudly before he realized I'm still laying on his body. "Good morning, sunshine.", Martin greeted me with a big smirk on his face.

His hair was ruffled from sleep and his shirt moved up a bit, as I tried to stand up and notice my surroundings.

Unconsciously my eyes wandered off to the digital clock standing next to the bed as I almost cursed out loud.

9am!

"Holy crap!", I finally blurted out.

Martin got up and straightened his shirt as he asked: "What?"

I turned around to him, my hands balled to small fists, my brain unable to come to terms with this information.

"It's Monday, Martin. And school started at 8 o'clock for me.", I stated. Unbelievably my voice didn't get shaky or raspy, the way it was whenever I was in such a stupid situation before.

"Oh, Monday.", he said, scratching his head, "I guess I have to drive you then."

"Are you crazy? We both know that would be illegal and besides, no Martin, just no.", I scoffed, crossing my arms in front of my chest and staring back at him.

"The next bus is in about one hour and I don't think you want to walk ten kilometers at 9am, am I right or correct?"

Damn him and his brain.

Of course, he was right. I didn't even care to check if there are any busses for my school before and I also had no idea where this school was. The only thing I knew was the name of it.

"So? This offer will expire in ten minutes when I'm done showering.", Martin said inpatiently, his arms crossed in front of his chest, tapping his right foot.

I took a deep breath before answering.

"Okay."

***

After Martin took a very long shower and we both dressed in new clothes, he called his friend and talked to him in Dutch. I didn't understand one word, but I knew it had to do something with borrowing a car.

After a short while, I looked at Martin's face, his jaw clenched and he had his eyes closed. He suddenly mumbled something in Dutch again and threw his phone on the bed.

"What's wrong?"

He sighed, looking down at his feet. "You have to take a taxi."

"Oh, can't we get the car of your friend?", I asked bluntly, playing with a strand of my hair.

"Um...no, he's...busy. And I need to do something now so you have to go through this day alone."

Although I knew something else was wrong, I just nodded and packed my bag for the first day of school. I knew that it might be something he didn't want to talk about, especially with me, and he accepted the fact that I didn't want to talk about my parents too, so I should do the same now for him, I thought.