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Here's the chapter 2 of Ms Gorgeous & Mr. Handsome, hope you like it :)------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 2: Mr. Austin AmesAustin's POV:
I woke up at the sound of my alarm clock and it read that it was 6AM I groaned and started to sleep again, I was a having a good dream about the love of my life I know it sound's cheesy but I only want to stick to one girl and that girl must be the one I'm going to love, as I started to sleep I actually dreamt about her, I was at a flowery field that I went with my mom when I was a kid and she was standing there but her back was turned to me and she wore a plain white dress and a white hat that matched her perfectly glowing white skin her blonde her was flowing by her waist and as I approached her, the dream was gone then I suddenly heard a knock on my door, I groaned and looked at the time again it was 6:40 so I sighed and opened the door with much force and looked totally pissed and said angrily
"What?!" Then I saw my mom looked amused, and said
"You dare to speak to your own mom like that?" As she stood there with her arms crossed and with a raised eyebrow, I sighed and kissed my mom and greeted her 'good morning' then she said
"What's got you so pissed off in the morning?" I sighed again and said
"Well, I was dreaming about something until you knocked on my door and disturbed me" my mom laughed and shaked her head and said
"Well I won't ask that something if you come down and eat your break fast and go wash up first"
I just nodded my head and smiled at my mom as she went down stairs. My mom is the best if I have a problem she won't force me to spit it out she give's me time until I tell her, that's what I like about her.I went to my walk in closet and picked a black shirt and dark faded jeans, then I went to my bathroom and cleaned up.
I went downstairs and saw my mom putting the breakfast on the table as she glanced at me then smiled, and motioned for me to sit down as she also sat down at the chair, I smiled at my mom and sat down and we had a small talk about my dad.
You see my dad often comes home but leaves early, since I was a kid I grew up without him but I never rebel I may look like a player because of my looks but NO I'm not a player, I never sleep with girls and change them a week/months or so, and I would never break their hearts, my mom would kill me if I ever played with a girls feeling's, she may look angelic on the outside but on the inside you don't wanna mess with her she can ruin your life, and imagine that your life might be in hell if you mess with her.
I thanked her for the food and looked at the time and it read 7:15 I groaned and picked up my bag and kissed my mom in the cheek and bid her fare well, and thought to myself "so much for the first day of school."
I went to the garage and picked up my black ferrari, I'm not arrogant but I like to ride with style. I went to the driver's seat and started the car and out of the driveway, the school was a 15 minute drive from my house but Oh well if your late your late right, and the teacher can't expect me to go to detention my dad is at the top 5 most richest men in the business industry and he will do anything just not to get my butt in detention.As I reached the school gates I greeted Richard the school guard he was again shocked that I was late, he was about to ask me a question but kept that to himself maybe he thought that it wasn't a good idea for him to ask me why am I late again, so he just smiled at me the opened the gate. I parked at my usually parking space and locked the car with a beep sound that the head lights flashed twice, I looked at our school again and sighed(AN: he often sighs a lot he usually got that from her mom) and went inside.
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Ms. Gorgeous & Mr. Handsome(ON HOLD)
Teen FictionA girl that is gorgeous but she doesn't know and a guy who's handsome but is mistaken for a player. Past memories may appear but will they be able to remember it? How will they know if the dreams that keep appearing are true? Note: This is not a hor...