White Roses

White Roses; Chapter 5

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Un-coincidentally, I was grounded until Sunday. They didn't even stop to listen to my kidnapping, and how my ex beat up my friend and physically harassed myself and Taryn.

Things couldn't get any more fucked.

Wednesday morning I wasn't in the mood to be bothered by Eva. With Monday's events and Tuesday's dullness, I doubted Wednesday would be different. Of course, it was mid-week, so I could suck it up for a few more days.

I showered quickly and blow dried my hair speedily. I threw it up into a messy ponytail, and bobby-pinned my bangs up and out of my face, leaving a sleeker, messy ponytail. God help me.

Clothes, the worst part of my morning. I for one was wearing short-shorts--black ones, oh yes-- along with black fishnet tights and a crimson red tank top. I slipped on my Chucks and grabbed my black, worn leather jacket, and my bag, and headed downstairs.

My dad was trying to convince Eva to eat the multi grain waffles Mom bought, but she wasn't having that. I stepped into the kitchen, not saying a word, and grabbing three waffles for myself. I plopped down at the table.

"Good morning, Evelynn," Mom said. I stayed silent, ignoring her.

"Evelynn, your mother is speaking to you," Dad snapped at me. Me, being the defiant little bitch I was, glared up at his looming figure over me. I rolled my eyes and went back to eating.

"Evelynn Grace Alexandreina Stelymes! You answer me this instant!" my mother yelled again. Yeah, um, fuck this?

"C'mon, Eva, it's time to go to school," I muttered. Evangeline obediently followed me out the house, a waffle in her tiny little hands.

I dropped Eva off with no problems, except for my phone constantly ringing. I already has 26 missed calls and about 17 unanswered texts from my parents. Ugh! I wished Andrew were here.

Whoa whoa whoa, Andrew?

Butterflies erupted in my stomach. Oh God, I was gonna see him today. He wasn't at school yesterday, for some reason. I clenched the steering wheel tighter. Did Josh do something to him, or Lia?

My knuckles were white by now. Jesus, why was I so protective of him? I barely knew the guy!

But... this connection I felt with him, was unlike any other. And honestly, it scared the living shit out of me. I shouldn't feel this strongly for him. I was just really enthralled by him. Not romantically, I think... I mean, he was hot and all but...

Boyfriend?

I pushed all thoughts from my mind as I entered the lot of the school. And saw a black Jag.

"God," I muttered as I saw students swarming the car. Andrew stepped out of the driver's side while a brown haired female stepped out of the other side.

What the hell? Lia?

I turned the car off and jumped out, striding towards the car. Andrew's lilac eyes found mine and a smile lit up his face, and I found myself slowing my pace just to gaze into his eyes. They were so beautiful, it wasn't even funny. I remembered my task at hand and shook my head, breaking the connection.

I strode forward, eyes on my feet toward the duo. "Hey," I said stiffly. I didn't have time to think or process what was happening until I felt warm arms around me. I gasped as his sweet, woodsy-musk hit my nose, and I found myself wrapping my arms around him in return.

"Hey," Andrew breathed in my ear. I shivered in delight and leaned more into him, to which he responded to by tightening his arms. I felt all... funny. My heart was racing and there was a war of killer hornets happening in my poor stomach. Then I confirmed myself.