"Who are you and what are you doing to me?" I screamed at a guy who is driving. I sat on the backseat, with my hand tied at my back. "Be quiet!" he grabbed a gun and pointed at me. I began to sob and panicked.
"Hey stop crying" he turn around. I look at his face and I gasped. "James Franco?!" He smirked at me and didn't pay attention at the road.
"James watch out!!" I yelled as soon as I saw a lorry that is coming at our direction. James panicked and suddenly the car we're in are upside down and we fell into an echo.
BAM! I fell on my bed. I open my eyes and sighs. I look at the clock.
8:21 A.M
"Shit!! I'm late!" I ran towards my bathroom. I took a quick shower and get dressed. I didn't have a time to think of an outfit so I just grab anything that I saw and wear them. I took my glasses and my bag and went straight downstairs.
"Why didn't you wake me up, dad?" I ran towards the kitchen. "I'm sorry, honey. I thought you left" he said while making coffee. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "If you thought I left, why are you making two cups of coffee?" I asked.
"Good morning, Hannah" Joanne smiled at me. She is wearing dad's shirt. I puked in my brain. "I'm going. Bye" I smiled at my dad and glare at Joanne.
I went outside and put on my shoes. "Does it hurt?" the creep neighbour asked. I glared at him, "What? When I fell from heaven?"
"No, when you fell on your bed" he laughed. I cursed him out in embarrassment and make him laugh harder. "Don't talk to me, you creep" I said as I making my way to school.
"You need a ride?" he said while swirling his car keys with his finger. "Yeah, I want to ride you on y- damn Hannah, chill"
"I don't want to be seen in school with you. So no thanks" I rolled my eyes and walk away. "Suit yourself, princess. Don't be late" he waved and get into his car. He starts the engine and drove away.
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End up, I'm 15 minutes late to school so I decided to just skip my first class which is English literature. I texted my friend to take notes for me so I didn't miss out too much. I decided to go to football field and sat at the bench. I took out my sketch pad and start sketching.
I've always be so passionate about drawing. My dad is an artist and he has been teaching me to draw since I was little. "Well, won't you look at that. Our little miss goody two shoes is skipping classes" a guy interrupted my sketching session. He took a seat behind me and took a sip of his red bull. "Go away, Tyler" I didn't bothered to look at his face. "Come on, Hannah. I'm not disturbing you" he chuckles.
"Didn't I tell you that I didn't want to be seen in school with you" I groaned. Suddenly my stomach growls like a hungry wolf. I covered my stomach so it will stop growling and makes me even more embarrassed.
"Did you eat breakfast?", Tyler asked. "Mind your own business, Tyler" I put my sketchbook back in my bag and walk away from Tyler. "Hey!" he called me and I didn't even look back. Suddenly I heard some running footsteps behind me and my wrist was yanked. "Hey, you're hurting me!" I screamed.
Tyler didn't even look at me. He yanked my wrist and drag me to school parking lot. "What are you doing, Tyler stop!" I tried to let go of his strong grip but it was no used. He grab his car keys and went straight to his car.
He unlocks the passenger door and shoves me into his car. He slams the door shut right in front of my face which made me flinch. I didn't say anything because I'm scared but I didn't show any fear on my face. He went into the driver seat and starts the engine.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He kept his eyes on his road and I saw his jaw flinched. Did I really make him mad by simply walk away from him? "I asked where are we going?" I repeated myself. "To eat breakfast" he simply replied.
"Why?"
"Because you're starving"
"Why do you care if I'm starving"
"Look, this isn't a 20 question session. Just shut up and let me focus on the road or you will get us both killed" he snapped. I gulped and suddenly I remembered my dream. Oh James Franco..
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"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, stealing his fries and ate it. He glares and sighs. "I'm skipping classes and I'm bored and I saw you're skipping classes too so why not we skip class together. You know what they say, the more the merrier" he winked and bite his burger.
"So you know there is a party going this Sunday. You going?" he asked. "Uh, if you take a good look at myself I'm not the type of girl who parties", I scoffed. "Well, if you change your mind, you can come. And bring some of your nerd friends too so you won't be lonely" he laughed. I rolled my eyes and took a glance at my watch. "Shoot! It's 5 minutes before next class. We gotta go" I hurriedly finish my last bite of my burger and ran towards Tyler's car.
Tyler who's following me from behind, chuckled. "You're a nerd". "I am well aware of that, thanks for noticing. Now drive" I said, slapping his dashboard asking him to drive fast. He shook his head and drive to school.
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"Hannah, where did you go?" my friend greeted me when I arrived at my locker. Thank God when I arrived to school with Tyler, the bell hasn't rang meaning there's no one saw us arriving together—I hope.
"I have something important—anyways, you got my notes?" I asked her. She grinned and pulled out a paper from her backpack. I snatched the paper and hugged her. "Thanks , Ashley. My lifesaver." I joked.
She pulled me away, "Come on, we're going to be late for Chemistry."
I nodded and shut my locker. I took a glance at the end of the hallway and saw Tyler making out with a girl passionately. I shook my head trying to erase whatever I'm thinking in my brain at that moment and smiled at Ashley. "Let's go."
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Teen Fiction"Oh my god.. what have I done", Hannah cries. She wiped her tears from her cheek and hurriedly grab her clothes that were scattered on the floor. She took a glance at the boy who is still snoring at the other side of bed. A pang of guilt rushes in...