Hello My Name Is...

7] Hello My Name Is...

      A few hours later and I'm ready to claw my eyes out, apparently most of the teachers did not get the memo that the first day was meant for syllabi and icebreakers not a refresher lesson on vectors & common physics formulas. I followed the stampede of students out the doors only now realizing to my delight that I had no way of getting home without my car.

       I reached for my cellphone only to find a text from Hannah reminding me of the party tonight. After two failed call attempts to my mother (both ending in slightly hysterical voicemails) I deduced that not only was my mother MIA, but that I was stranded at my new high school.  Forcing myself not to cry I decided to sit down on the cool concrete pavement, my backpack comfortably situated beneath my buttocks.

"Need a ride?" Kyle asked.

Yes! "No, I'm sure my mom will answer her phone soon and pick me up," 

"Come on you're the last one here," It only took me a moment to realize that he was right the last bus had already left. Most of the students were gone with the exception of a few lollygaggers who were chatting beside their cars. "Plus what kind of gentleman would I be if left you here all alone?"

      Before I could think of a retort he had stolen my backpack from beneath me and placed it next to his own on his shoulder. "Come on your house his practically next to my own and if you must pay me back for my kindness I can think of a few ways," He turned back and suggestively wiggled his brows. 

"I'm only saying yes because my mom hasn't returned a single one of my phone calls—"

"Is that all?"

"And because I hope you have A/C,"

"So it's not because of my dashingly great looks, and the fact that I'm holding your insanely heavy bookbag?" seeing my face contorted mid laugh he added. "You hurt me Alexa,"

       We finally reached his Mercedes-Benz located near the front of the students parking lot. He haphazardly threw my backpack into the trunk before making room for his own non-bulky backpack. 

       He looked over at me, already sitting comfortable in the passenger seat before placing his shades over his eyes.

"You ready to go?"

"Of course."

"I still can't understand how you already have a Mercedes," I looked over towards him "You strike me as more of a Mustang type of guy,"

He chuckled. "I wouldn't trade this baby for the world," patting the leather trim seats.

"Not even for a custom tailored Mustang or something vintage?"

"What can I say looks can be deceiving,"

"And how you were all like 'you should stay away from me' at school I just can't figure you out,"

"Maybe I'm more simple than you think and you're just overthinking things," he replied quietly before parking outside my house.

"Kyle—"

"What?" He asked as if I startled him.

"Thanks for the ride I truly appreciate it,"

"No problem,"

I quickly unlocked the door and rescued my backpack from his trunk.

"Alexa!" Kyle shouted. "If you ever need a ride again—"

"I won't," I practically sang out.

"But if you do, just call me."

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gahhh I love kyle sorry for the long wait for this chapter. hope your summer's the best because mine sure is. also who do you think should play Alexa? i'm thinking of maybe jessica sula (from recovery road on freeform) or brit watkins (a youtuber/model)

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