P.O.V
*Chloe:
I awake to the sound of the twins arguing. Joy. My little evil brothers are up to there no good ways this early? That could only mean one thing... this day was going to suck butt. Plus Sam and I had a Algerbra 2 exam and those were always a frigging blast. Groaning in frustration I rolled over in my bed till I was close enough to grab my phone off of my night stand. I had one text from Sam reminding me that I would have to get a ride from Alek since her and Seth were already at school.
Sam wanted to go to the before class study session for the test today. She had wanted me to go as well, but I'm not one to wake up any earlier than I have to. Seth didn't really need to go since he wasn't in the class, but he liked to make sure she got to school safe.
Seth was like a mother hen when it came to Sam, especially with all the stuff that has been going on. Both him and Sam were also suffocating me with there non stop reminders that I wasn't allowed to go anywhere alone. Not only did I have to deal with them and my mom. I also had Alek; who, if I was being honest, was probably worse than everyone else combined. Alek Johnson drove me absolutely insane in the membrane, and I still wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
Last night he had kissed me like he needed me to breathe, then the next second acted like I was a disease that needed to be disposed of. So I really wasn't ready to face him today. I was actually considering riding the bus just to avoid the giant pain in my ass.
Deciding to finally glance at the clock to see what time it was, I quickly jumped out of bed when I realized it was 7:45 am. Our bus came at 7:50. My mom was already at work so she couldn't drive me, plus she had been relying on Alek and Seth to make sure I get to school 'alive' everyday. She had also been calling me at school like 4 times a day, and had bought me pepper spray. I was beginning to feel like a two year old. I understood that this was a serious situation, and that I needed to be on guard. But I was seriously starting to hate being monitored at all times.
Our other neighbor, Mabel Dean, was in charge of making sure my brothers got dropped off at the bus stop, which was literally right up the street. She was also there babysitter whenever I wasn't able to watch them.
I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to peek out our kitchen window to see if Mabel and my brothers had left yet. They had. Great. There was no way I would be able to make the bus even if I ran, it was already past 7:50. Alek would usually knock on my door around 8:10 to give me a ride, but since I was avoiding him I decided that I would sneak out the back door and grab my bike. I knew i'd have to use the back door because I had tried to avoid riding with him before by riding my bike, but he always watched for me out Seth's living room window somehow knowing that i'd try to get out of riding with him.
Even though I wasn't really suppose to, I felt like it would be okay to ride my bike since there hasn't really been anymore creepy packages or any weird phone calls. Plus it was bright outside, and I had pepper spray if I needed it.
So after making the decision I quickly grabbed my bag and headed out the back door. Grabbing my bike out of the shed I wasted no time getting on it and making my way down our back alley that led would eventually lead to the main street.
As I was pedaling I heard a car turn onto the alley behind me, so I got over into the grass. Looking over my shoulder I made sure it wasn't Alek. It wasn't, but I noticed that it was the same blue Chevy truck that I had seen the other night with Sam.
As the truck passed me I noticed the same blonde girl, Anabel, was in the drivers seat. She waved as she passed. Not really a friendly wave, since she didn't offer me a smile. She had a look of what seemed like fear, it both concerned and confused me. I was even more confused when she pulled off to the side of alley, blocking me from passing.
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