*Brittany's P.O.V*
I wake up to sun light shinning through a window.
Looking around, I start to freak out because I don't know where I am.
It's 1pm, says the clock next to the bed, and I don't know how I slept for so long.
I look down at myself, and in place of the gorgeous black dress I was wearing last night,
I'm now wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that reaches down to my knees.Where am I?
How did I get in to this?
Then it all comes back.
The club.
The attack.
Adam.
The car ride.
The coffee date.
Offering to stay here.
I look around, and actually take a good look at the room I'm in.
I didn't really look last night.
I was to distracted.
I'm laying on a bed that's white, but has black covers, and it's actually really comfortable.
That explains how I slept for so long. Well, and that I didn't go to sleep until late.
To my right is a big glass window with white curtains and it looks like there's a balcony.
Right in front of me is a big flat screen tv, and on the right of the tv is a full body mirror.
Then to my left there's glass shelves, and a black dresser.
It's an ordinary room, but it has an edgy bad boy vibe to it.
It certainly suits Adam perfectly.
After taking in my surroundings, I hesitantly get out of the bed, and make my way to the door.
He did say he was going to sleep on the couch.
I open it and poke my head out in to a hallway.
Taking in the features, I see that the hallway walls are just plain white.
I go to the left, and start to sneak down the hallway.
I could be a spy like the TV show 'Chuck'.
Soon I arrive at a set of stairs going down.
I quietly walk down them, and when I get to the bottom, I see a flat screen TV, and a black sofa.
I walk cautiously to the sofa, and look over it.
Laying on the couch, sleeping peacefully, is Adam.
I smile and just watch him for a couple minutes.
What am I doing? I don't even know this guy. Ugh, I'm such a creep.
He was still wearing the clothes he had on last night.
Should I wake him up? Well I have nothing else to do.
With that thought I go over to him and touch his shoulder.
"Adam," I whisper.
He doesn't move.
"Adam," I say a little louder.
Still no response.
"Adam!" I scream and grab his shoulder.
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Meeting the Gangleader
General FictionOne bad-ass gangleader, and one sassy 'good' girl. Let me introduce Adam. He's the leader of the most feared gang in town. He's handsome, and cold hearted towards everyone, until he meets her. Now let me introdue Brittany. She's a good girl that get...