A/N: I apologize to my few readers who are reading this story. It has been well over a month since my last upload. To try to make up for lost time, I made the chapter longer than usual. Only Ameena's POV, but I promise there will be some Fayt or Erik POV next chapter. Sorry again for the lack of uploading.
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Ameena's POV
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
“Ugh,” I muttered as I slapped my hand down on my alarm clock. I hated Monday mornings. I rolled out of bed, grumbling to myself—making absolutely no sense at all.
I walked over to my dresser, and pulled out a Tried To Reason t-shirt, a dark green zip-up hoodie, a pair of dark jeans, a pair of socks, and a matching set of under garments. Only half-awake, I dragged my feet across the floor, feeling as if they weighed a million tons each, on my way to my bathroom. Shrugging out of my pajamas, I set two clean towels on the toilet and brought a wash cloth into the shower with me. I sighed in contentment when the hot water hit my skin. My aching muscles relaxed as I washed my body clean.
I dried myself off and got dressed, but when I looked in the mirror to put a small amount of makeup on, I gasped aloud. My nearly-black brown hair, which was usually needle-straight, sat in soft curls that went down past my shoulders. And it had this peculiar shine to it…. Maybe I was imagining things. I settled for pulling my hair into a side pony-tail.
Once I was physically ready for school, I grabbed my bag and went downstairs, stopping in the kitchen to have a small bowl of cereal, and a cup of juice. When I was finished, I set my dishes in the sink, intending to wash them when I got home. I listened to the TV from my mom’s room, which was right above the kitchen. She was listening to the news…. And it was saying… something about rain? I threw my mini umbrella in my bag just in case before, rushing outside so I could start the twenty minute walk to school.
Two minutes later, it was starting to rain. I mumbled under my breath, and dug for my umbrella in my bag. I sighed; it was stuck on something. I pulled on it, but it would not budge. I pulled up my hood, and I was seriously considering dumping the contents of my bag out when a car pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, and I gasped at the person driving.
It was Erik.
“Need a ride?” he asked, leaning over the passenger seat.
“I… I can walk,” I replied determinedly. I had already gotten his help once in the past three days, and I would feel strange if he ended up thinking I was always a damsel in distress.
He laughed at some silent joke. “And be cold and wet by the time you get to school?”
Just ride with him, the voice murmured in encouragement. I sighed. “Fine.”
I got in Erik’s car, which smelled like him—fresh mint—and he laughed again. “What’s with the pouty face? It can’t be that bad to sit in a car with me for five minutes.”
My eyes met his, and then I could not look away. He smiled at me, and then brought his eyes to the road. “Why are you heading to school so early?” I asked—I left at 7:30 every morning to get to school by 7:50, and class did not start until 8:10. It was only 7:35, and Erik was driving.
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Hearts of Fire
RomanceAmeena is just like all those typical quiet– or rather, silent– girls in high school. Even her friends have trouble getting her to speak. Most of the kids just assume that she is always depressed or angry, but she is simply a quiet person– a quiet...