Dream Talking (On Hold)

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Alex's POV

He steps out from under my favorite tree, the shade un-covering him, letting me see all his body and face. If he was gorgeous in my dreams than he was a million times more in reality. His hair was ruffled, most likely from him running his fingers through it. He was well built, you could see the outlines of a six pack under his white v-neck. His jeans fit him perfectly, not to tight but not to loose. He has on a pair of white DC skate shoes. Overall he sure as hell is a sexy guy.

I shake my head as I feel liquid drip out of my mouth. Was I just drooling? I never drool over a guy, even one as hot as him (even though I have never seem someone so god like before.)

I see a smirk rise onto his face and I grunt. I must be dreaming, could he possibly be so cocky, and yet we haven't even talked.

Swiftly turning around, I walk over to my bed and sit down. I put my head in my hands and groan. I must still be dreaming, this all seems so surreal, so fake, so unbelievable.

I walk back to my window and see that he's gone, just vanished. I pull down the curtains. I'm probably just hallucinating, I might need to talk to mom about that, could have a fever.

Looking at the clock I see that it's now 5:30a.m. I groan internally, I should get up now, I know I won't be able to get another hour and a half's sleep. Turning off the alarm set for this morning, I head downstairs and decide to make pancakes.

I retrieve some self raising flour, milk, eggs and sugar and stir it all together, then place some mixture on the frying pan. It was bubbling away nice and evenly, after a few more bubbles appeared I flipped it over, a smile making it's way on my face as I see the golden brown side.

After making the pancakes I spread butter on them, sprinkle sugar then pour lemon juice on them, always my favorite flavor. I take a bite and sigh, the sweet taste of the sugar and the sour one of lemon, not to sweet and not to sour, just perfect.

Once I finish eating my breakfast I washed the dishes then headed upstairs. Changing into a pair of black skinny jeans and a tank top with a big jumper over the top, I grab my stuff for school and head to the garage. Inside was my black Ford Fiesta, it was small but fitted what I needed in it. Sure it wasn't the most fanciest of cars, but I still loved it and it's looks.

Jake's POV

I drove to school in my Black Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14, this bike drove super fast and looked awesome as hell, the only problem is that it makes the girls come on to me more. It's pretty easy though, I only really need to scare them off.

Pulling into the school, almost every girl (slut) stopped and stared at me as I hop off the bike. Some had lustful expressions and some just had this "sexy" look on. I roll my eyes as Whitney and her group strut over to me.

"Hey babe," Whitney purrs, literally purrs, like a cat.

I shake off her arm and walk off.

"Hey, what's wrong?," she asks as she catches up to my long strides.

I glare at her as she tries to link arms, but obviously she didn't see the warning.

"How was your night?."

I sigh. "Why do you care? Like you could make it better."

"I care because I love you."

Great, now I have some whore claiming she loves me, what else could go wrong today?

Obviously everything.

All through the day I got detention, people claimed I had been smoking weed outside so the teachers were trying to get a urine test from me, but I wouldn't let them.

Every slut tried to come onto me, they all tried for a quickie in the Janitors Closet, but I declined. Seriously those girls could have STD or something, could even be pregnant and still fucking another guy.

When I got back home I walk in on my mother and some random guy doing it, trust me, it's not a sight you want to see, especially if it's your mother. The guy glares at me as he continues to thrust. Seriously, doesn't he have enough self control to stop what he's doing and cover his manhood? Obviously not.

I sigh as I walk into the kitchen, looking around for some food, nothing. Looks like I'm either eating at McDonalds or buying some groceries. I will accept the first option.

Walking to the room I still heart the continuous moans or 'faster' and 'harder. When I get to my mothers room I look in her dresser drawers. Inside was what I've been searching for: money. There was a pile of cash with a rubber band around it, maybe a thousand dollars or more lay in the drawer. Grabbing a 50, I head out of the room quietly and drive myself to McDonalds.

A/N: Sorry it's short, I didn't have time to write so I whipped this up quickly. I promise I will write at least 500 words tonight, tomorrow night I may be able to, but I need to concentrate on other stories as well. I hope you have liked it so far, would you guys rather quick uploads and this sized chapter? Or, longer chapters but wait around a week or two? Please tell me which you would rather.

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