Maybe I'll Get My Happy Ending After All

Chapter 3

This is too important. WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. She's kicking me out?? She can't kick me out, can she?

Also. Why did I tell James that I didn't have a last name?

Well I guess it can be considered true now that I'm supposed to leave... but still. It's kinda messed up. Okay really messed up.

After yelling at her for a good twenty minutes about why I shouldn't have to leave, I finally got tired of her shit and left. I grabbed like three backpacks and filled them with my stuff that was out in the yard.

As I was packing my second one, a car pulled up beside me and honked.

I looked at the driver and mentally cursed the world for being so cruel to me. Sitting in the hottest car I've ever seen was none other than James Matthews.

"Princess," he said confused. "Why are you stealing stuff from this lady's house?"

"Because this is my shit. Mind your own business asshat," I said housing at him.

"Why is your stuff outside?"

"Because the world hates me. duh," I said. "Why are you outside of my house? Oh. Former house?"

"Because the world hates me. Duh," he grins. "What do you mean about former house?"

"I got kicked out. I have three days to find a home or else she'll throw away everything that's out here, and since I know it's basically impossible for me to find a place that quickly, I'm packing three bags and I'm going to live at the park. Problem solved," I said while packing. At this point he already pulled over and was standing right beside me like a pesky mosquito.

"Um I don't think that's a good idea Princess," he said glaring at me. "You could get kidnapped..."

"Well so be it. I have nothing to lose anyways."

"Stay with me."

It wasn't a question. It was a command, and he left no room for an argument.

But I can still try.

"No," I said not looking at him.

"It wasn't a question Sweetheart. I said. Stay with me. I have plenty of room, and I still need to figure you out."

That's what I'm afraid of. I don't want him to figure me out. I don't want him to know me... to judge me. I don't want him knowing my life, my mistakes. I don't want him to know about the scars.. and the bruises. And my past.

There's only one person that truly knows everything. And that's Hailey. I can't let him know me. That would ruin his reputation. People wouldn't fear him and his would try and fought him every chance that they can get.

"I know it's not a question but I'm still refusing. I'm not taking anyone's pity.I'm going to do this on my own," I say. (Yeah not is the present. This is where it gets to present tense and things are just happening. More suspenseful that way lol) "Also if people were to find out about me staying with you, you'd get bullied and I don't want anyone to have to go through that because of me."

He looks at me like I've suddenly grown another head. "I don't give a flying fuck if you think I'm going to get bullied. I'm not going to go home knowing there's a young lady that could be getting kidnapped. You're staying with me and that's final."

"What about your parents. What are they going to say," I say.

"It doesn't matter what they think because they're never home."

"Why not?"

"You're asking to many question Princess. Don't push it."

"Oh so is okay for you to ask me personal questions but when I do it, it's suddenly a problem?"