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Laura's POV

The moment the bell rang for the last time this day, everybody would have shouted if they could but the teacher sitting on the chair checking the tests we recently made probably would have left us there extra time; so you could only hear the noises they made when taking their belongings and their shoes hitting on the floor walking to the exit.

Most likely running.

I, on the other hand, took my time on recollecting my things making sure nothing would be left missing. When I was done, I zipped the backpack and hung it over one shoulder too lazy to put it on the other one, and walked out of the room secretly praying another teacher wouldn't bug me again.

Luckily, he didn't even notice me.

Already outside, I breathed in fresh air almost as if it was from the first time ever. Not gonna lie, being in school locked on those small rooms most of the day feels caged.

The school bus already left, Allan's car is not on the parking lot and my feet hurt a lot for running the entire period of P.E because the coach's girlfriend dumped him and he needed something to get all the pain out. And that was, making us suffer.

At the end, he smiled.

My three methods were useless but then again, my feet is not a bad choice. Even if they hurt as hell.

One step felt like walking on fire but I managed to at least walk ten meters from where I was standing, which was a big progress. I kept on trying —resulting in me walking in the funniest way possible that everyone around looked at me weirdly as if saying 'what this girl has under?' Oh, move on its not your business — to reach the nearest bus stop.

Just two steps away from sitting on the dirty public seats from the bus stop and wait until one of them arrive, a car honk made by a luxurious red Chrysler parked on the driveway, made me stop and look at the person who had made it. But with the tinted windows the car possessed, was quite a challenge.

I began to search through my forgetful brain if someday I - for any chance -have seen a Chrysler owned by someone from the school but no one appeared as guessers. Plus, the car was too expensive to be afforded by some middle classed person. Including myself on the list and on the list of people who also want a car like the one parked in front of me without any scratches on.

I am starting to fall in love with that car.

The automatic window from the driver side started to roll down revealing the person behind the act.

Oh, look who it is. The guy that wears more black on his whole body than Pitch ever does.

"Need a ride, hot stuff?" he asked with his signature smirk putting his sunglasses down a little from his eyes resting them on his nose.

My hands turned into fists digging my nails on the palms of it, trying to not explode right here, right now. I felt the color of my face rapidly change, the boiling sensation burning both of my cheeks now being a deep color of red.

Let me just tell you, I wasn't blushing.

No, it's the complete opposite.

I was so angry that maybe some hot air was escaping through my ears and nose. Probably, I was fuming.

The smirk never left instead it only got bigger.