The Third Year

Chapter 7 Ivy's POV

So I kinda rushed on the chapter so It's hasn't been proofed or edited so please know that I will probably go back and fix it. I just wanted you guys to have another chapter today. This is only Ivy's POV, as I am still working on Michael's POV. I will try and get it posted ASAP. In the mean time, enjoy and let me know what you think! 

And the song I used is Cruise by Florida Georgia Line, one of my favorite bands and my alarm in the mornings:) I attached the music video too.

Chapter 7

Ivy’s POV

Baby you a song/ you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise.

I slapped my alarm off, groaning at the idea of having to get up. Why does school have to start so early?! I cracked open one eye and looked at the clock. 6:30. Maybe I can sleep for another 30 minutes, I thought rolling over. I snuggled back under my blankets when my phone vibrated.

Stupid piece of metal. I grabbed it, silently cursing whoever in their right mind would be texting me at 6:30 in the morning.

Good morning! Headed out to get coffee in a bit. See you at 8! I looked at the message in confusion. What is Michael talking about? Wait… Michael?!

I lept out of bed and sprinted to my closet grabbing my clothes. Michael was picking me up for school, at 8 and I completely forgot! I sprinted to the bathroom jumping in the shower before it was even warm. After beating my own personal record of the fastest shower ever at 6:30 in the morning, I sprinted back to my closet, my towel wrapped around me.

What do I wear? Do I look cute? Casual? I don’t want to look desperate. I sat on the floor and stared at all my clothes wishing something would just jump out at me. Trying to calm myself down, I decided to do the only thing I know how to do in situations like this: work around the shoes. My best known ‘uniform’ or choice of shoe is my cowboy boots. I had six pairs all ranging from different colors and patterns to different heights for different occasions. I glanced at my shelves of boots and pulled my favorite pair, the dark chocolate with tassels. They were the most comfortable pair I owned, seeing as I wore them the most out of all my others.

Turning back to my clothes, boots in hand, I grabbed a pair of bootcut jeans. Slipping on the jeans and boots, I stood in just my bra going through my tops for a cute blouse. I found a light turquoise blouse that was shimmery in the front and open in the back. This will get his attention. I quickly grabbed a white tank top and pulled it on, then the blouse. Looking in the mirror, I smiled at my choice of attire and headed to the bathroom. I don’t wear a ton of makeup, just enough to look like I cared.

After brushing on some mascara and lip balm, I grabbed my bag and phone, heading downstairs to eat something before Michael came to pick me up. When I entered the kitchen, my sister was eating at the table, texting away while my parents were making coffee, about to head off to work. Luckily, my sister was meeting some friends at a local café so she didn’t have to wait for me to head to school. “Hey mom, hey dad,” I said, grabbing a banana from the counter. “You look cute,” my mom said. My dad glanced at my clothes, smiling when he saw my boots. He loved my style, since we were both fans of country music. “Thanks,” I said, sitting down at the table to eat.

Peeling open the banana, I glanced at my phone for any messages. Nothing from Michael. Huh. Guess he’s getting coffee. I tried to ignore my phone as my parents continued walking around the kitchen, making small talk before they left. At 7:45, they waved goodbye and headed off, my sister in tow since my dad was dropping her off to meet her friends. When the door closed, the house was silent. I looked around, wondering what to do for the next 15 minutes to distract myself. I let the dogs out and then started unloading the dishwasher, glancing at the clock every so often.

After what seemed to be the longest 15 minutes ever, the clock read 8 so I headed gathered up my stuff to wait for Michael. I decided to wait out front so he wouldn’t have to get out of the car. I walked outside and sat on the front steps, looking up at the sky. The sun was rising so the clouds looked pink and orange. I wish I had paint or something I thought as I admired the colors. The crunch of tires on asphalt caused me to turn and look up the driveway as Michael pulled in, his black truck shining in the light.

I hopped up and grabbed my stuff walking over to the passenger side. I heard a car door open and Michael jogged around and opened the door before I could get there. “You didn’t have to do that,” I said, smiling at how sweet he was. “I was trained to always open the door for a lady,” he said bowing at me. I giggled at his joking. “Well thank you.” He smiled and grabbed my bags, tossing them in the back of the truck before holding out a hand to help me up into the truck.

I glanced at the truck, realizing how high it actually was. Glad he’s offering to help me up, seeing as I probably wouldn’t have done this very gracefully. I grasped his hand in mine, watching where I put my feet so I wouldn’t slip and fall on my face. Once I made it up into the seat, I smiled at my success. Michael shut the door, but not before I saw his face. He didn’t do a very good job at hiding his amusement. I glared at him through the windshield as he made his way around to the driver’s side. I could feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he easily hopped up into the seat. He smiled at me before passing me a coffee that was in the center counsel. “Your coffee, with ‘lots of sugar’” I smiled and took it from him. Gingerly taking a sip, the sweet liquid flooded my mouth. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the seat, taking another sip. I don’t know what I would do without my coffee.

I opened my eyes to see Michael staring at me in wonder. “What?” I asked, blushing again. That seemed to pull him out of his daze as he blinked and then looked away, putting the truck in reverse. I continued sipping my coffee in silence, studying Michael from my peripheral vision. The ways his muscles flexed as he shifted gears was more fascinating than any movie I had ever watched. His voice brought me out of my studying and I glanced up to see him looking at me, amusement in his eyes.

“Um-sorry what did you say?” He laughed at my discomfort. “I said, nice boots. I saw them when you got in the truck. They’re cool,” he said. “Oh, thanks.” I smiled at him as we turned into school. Wow we get here fast. Then it hit me, a burning question that I couldn’t come up with earlier.

“Hey, Michael?” I asked, his name sounding so good on my lips. He turned to me, his eyebrows raised. “Ya?” I cleared my throat awkwardly. “How did you know where I lived? You never asked for an address or anything.” I looked at him, waiting for an answer. He smiled slyly at me. “I have my resources, V” he said before jumping out of the truck. I stared at him in awe as he walked around to my side of the truck and opening my door. I looked down at him in wonder as he held out a hand to help me down. I grasped it, loving the feel of electricity go up my arm at his touch.

“What kind of resources?” I asked as he shut the door and grabbed my stuff from the back along with his. He started walking towards the building, still holding my bags. I jogged to catch up, only to have him sling an arm around my shoulders. “A little nosey are we?” he said. I glared up at him trying to grab my stuff so I could go to the art room, but he held my bag out of reach. Sighing, I continued to follow him into the building, trying to ignore all the looks I got from the people we passed. Let the rumors begin.

 As promised, I will get Michael's POV finished and out here ASAP. Hope you enjoyed. Please read, comment, vote, and tell you friends to read my story! I'm hoping to start writing more, but I'm making know promises. Thanks guys for reading. Love y'all.