Shout out to @BrianneAW
Hello to anyone who is reading this... I know I have had really short chapters and I am trying to make this one longer. Anyway on with the story.
A watched pot never boils. How about a watched clock never ticks? I am sitting here in the very last period of the day staring at the clock. 2:19... I have a date. 2:19... With Michael Last Name Unknown... 2:19... I am a mess. 2:19... Who am I kidding? I am always a mess. 2:20 WHY ON THIS GOD FORSAKEN EARTH IS THE BELL NOT- *RING* never mind... I grab my binder shove it into my backpack. Grab my water, and an apple. Yum, dinner. I walk towards my locker to grab the key given to me by my idiot guardians. They are still technically my guardians until I turn 18 in 3 weeks. I get to my locker and put in the code. 6-36-6. The easiest combo. My locker is extremely empty, only a few library books, a jar of pencils and that's it. Apparently, I am a waste of space that doesn't deserve any luxuries. I slam the locker door shut, and realize that the halls are all empty. Sh*t, Michael probably left already taking a different girl on the date he offered to me.
I slump against the locker, thinking that it was to good to be true and that he would leave anyway. I was suddenly jolted from my thoughts when Michael ran towards me and enveloped me in a hug. I suddenly start crying. I mentally scold myself, beatings every night and all it takes is one guy to start the waterworks.
"I thought you left without me,"
"I would never do that, I am here for you and I won't leave," I pull back and look up.
"Really?"
"Yeah" I pull back back but Michael keeps a firm grasp on my waist. It's not possessive but protective. I automatically melt into his arms. My head rests on the middle of his upper arm (i couldn't remember what that's called) I attempted to look up at him but my eyes found a stain left from my tears.
"I'm sorry about your shirt..."
"It's fine." Michael grabs my backpack from where it was sitting on the floor, lifting it on to his left shoulder due to the fact that his right arm was wrapped around my waist. I thanked him and we walked out and towards what I presumed to be his red truck. I didn't realize that so many people were left and that resulted in a ton of glares from the girls. And when I say girls I mean the entire female population. I eternally smirked. Michael opens the door for me and still holding onto my backpack he grabs my waist and lifts me easily into the passenger seat. Taking my backpack into his hands he walks around the truck and easily steps up into the drivers side. The perks of tall people, very much unlike me.
After a few moments of silence, the truck weirdly quiet, I ask "So, Where are we going?" I ask
"It's a surprise."
"Just warning you, I have to be home by 8:00."
"That's really early." Michael says suspiciously.
"I just have guardians who care too much." I say making it obvious that I don't want to discuss it further.
"Oh. Okay." He turns on the radio, and a "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" come on. Michael makes a move to change it to the radio, but I slap his hand away.
"Heck, no. This is truly good music, unlike the crap playing on radios these days," Michael chuckles.
"I definitely like your taste in music."
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Saving Grace
Teen Fiction"Who are you?" I ask "I will save you Grace, I see it in your eyes," the guy across from me says completely ignoring my question. "Wh-What are you talking about?" I ask completely aware that he is talking about my veil. My veil is the thing that...
