Hard To Be Me (SCRAP)

Chapter Ten. Spray Cans

🌑Corinne POV🌑

"Wake up..."

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"Corinne, wake up!"

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"Damn she's a deep sleeper.. Haha..oh god.."

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"... Go away.." I groan, slowly opening my eyes. I blink a few times until my vision got clear, I saw Caleb by my bed..
I rubbed my eyes and blinked again then, look at Caleb

"Oh, your really here.. Hello.."
Caleb chuckled softly "Get up, or else we're gonna be late for school"

I sat up and yawn "Get out of my room and I'll meet you outside.." Caleb nod as he walk out of my room.

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I walked outside and saw Caleb, I give him a wave and smile.

Caleb just stared at me, "What are you wearing?" I looked down at my clothes, I was wearing a white tank top that says Back Off , black high waisted shorts and gray vans.

"I'm wearing something called clothes. Now, let's head to school-" I pause and look around for his car "Uhm.. Where's your car?" Caleb chuckled

"Car? We're not taking a car. We're taking Cashin" He pointed at a red, clean, shiny motorcycle- which is reflecting light into my innocent eyes.

"Wait.. You name your motorcycle?" I hold the urge to laugh, I didn't think that was normal!

"Yes.." He mumbled.

Caleb walked to Cashin and got on, putting on a black skull helmet

Cute

Then, my eyes widen "W-We're r-r-riding a m-motorcycle?" I stammered

"Yes, why? Is cute innocent Cori afraid?" He said as if he's talking to a baby, "Pssh.." I groaned "No.." I lied.

I'm terrified of motorcycles, they are deadly! And, could hurt people. Especially burn their flesh.. Not to mention you can fall off of them.

"No need to lie to me, Sweetie. Hop on don't be afraid"

My eyes widen even more, not because Caleb called me sweetie..

It's because one of my embarrassing gene or something is slowly starting to come to me, usually everytime I'm scared or nervous I sing a random stupid song.. Welp, time to die.

"Why you gotta be so rude?.. Don't you know I'm human too.." I try to say as quietly as I can but, sadly that failed

"W-What?" Caleb laughed.

"It's your fault! Everytime I'm scared or nervous I sing stupid songs.."

Caleb throw a black helmet at me and I catch it

Thank you good reflexes

I slowly put it on and stare at the motorcycle and got on, as soon as Caleb turned it on I immediately put my arms around his waist and rested my head on Caleb's back, or his black leather jacket that smelled like cinnamon and it's so delicious I could eat it but, I won't cause it's rude.