“It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside,” Ellie Goulding’s voice filled my dance room as I began to dance. My slow movements matched the slow beat of the song. I smiled slowly as the music ran through my body, overtaking me. “I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is, now you’re in the world.” As the song finished, I hadn’t even realized how quickly the time passed by.
The Script’s ‘Breakeven’ began to fill the room, causing me to sigh sadly. “What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re okay?” The words made me stop dancing. I sunk to the ground, back against the wall. I laughed humorlessly at how pathetic I was being, but that didn’t stop the lone tear running down my cheek.
My eyes slowly moved up to the clock, seeing it was nearly three in the morning. I couldn’t sleep, my talk with Jonas got me thinking and I just couldn’t stop. The song slowly died out as ‘Hall of Fame’ began to take its place.
I stood up and wiped away the tear, leaving all pity on the floor. With a deep breath, I began to dance. I will be standing in the hall of fame, and the world will know my name. My heart raced as I moved across the floor, moving my body with the music. I was strong and I was proud. This single song caused my worries from the Blane situation to fade; only I was my priority. I was making myself happy.
After a few more songs, Gigi appeared in the doorway with an unhappy look on her face. “It’s three fifteen in the morning, what are you doing awake?” She snapped, narrowing her eyes on me.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I sighed, walking over to turn the music off. She sighed and turned around to leave, mumbling something along the lines of ‘go to bed’. Obeying her orders, I took the CD out and placed it back in its case, then back onto the shelf. Moments later, I turned off the lights in the studio and began making the venture back to my room.
Once I was inside my room, I immediately changed into pajamas and snuggled into bed with my phone. My eyelids began to droop, so I set my phone on the bedside table, plugged into the charger. Almost immediately, I was out like a light.
“Wake up, Indiana, Blane’s picking you up today,” My human alarm awoke me from my slumber. I groaned and attempted to turn over, wanting to go back to sleep. With no such luck, the blanket was ripped off of my body. I sighed as I stood up.
In no time I had on a pair of gray jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt I had gotten at Key West. My hair was brushed, so I made no attempt at a messy bun, just leaving it in its wavy state. I slipped on my old, worn out, black vans and quickly ran out of my bedroom, picking up my school bag along the way.
“Quick and easy,” Tony muttered, handing me a bagel. I offered a thankful smile as I stuffed my face with the bread. After I finished, I looked up at Gigi who had just entered the room.
“So Blane got his bike back?” I asked. She nodded silently and began to say something, but the roar of the motorcycle halted her.
“He’s here,” She noted. I heaved a dramatic sigh as I stood, my bag still slung over my shoulder. Gigi held open the front door for me as I went, closing it behind me. I sauntered over to the bike where he held out his helmet. I quickly took it, shoving it onto my head, before hopping on the bike behind him. I loosely held onto his waist and he took off.
He sped off, more than likely over the speed limit, but once we reached the school, he didn’t turn into the parking lot. He drove past it. I squeezed his waist a little to signal my confusion, but he just ignored me and continued driving down the road. The joy ride went on for around five minutes until we finally pulled into an empty parking lot of some abandoned building.
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Like A Bad Boy
Teen Fiction//and, yeah, maybe he's bad, but when he smiles, i only see the good in him//
