Hey loves, I've had a lot of free time since I exempted finals so much I was able to start the next chapter. I work really hard to make this good. It has almost 2500 words so enjoy the drama. Here are a few question to answer after you finish reading it: Why do you think Hannah really took Addison out to the mall? What is the real reason Jocelyn is a jerk to Addison? Leave your answer in the comment. And enjoy the chapter loves.
Addison's POV
Finally school was over. This was only the second day and I already hated the teachers and work. I headed to my locker when an arm linked to mine. Looking at the culprit, it was Hannah with a very wide smile at that. Though it may not be right now I feel we could be very good friends in another life. I greeted her with a soft smile before detaching my arm to grab my things out of my now opened locker. It was a struggle enough just to get it open with one arm.When my things were all secured in my backpack she linked my arm again. I felt a little uncomfortable but then again this also felt nice. To have her near felt like a boost of confidence. Like I could openly talk to people. Even though my inner self knew that would never actually happen.
We turned down the hall and outdoors. It totally dawn on me that we weren't walking to the buses. I found myself pulling against her arm now, " What are you doing? The buses are over there." I pointed out. It's not that I wanted to get home it was the fact that I had hoped to see Jason.
" Were going to take you shopping little missy." She stated plainly.
"Wait," I released my arm from hers. "I don't even have money on me."
She huffed softly frustrated, "Well then I'm paying then. Besides you owe me since I helped you with your little clothing problem." She waved her hand towards her clothes still attached to me.
I sat there in almost disbelief. She did have a point. I would still be in my clothes had she not helped me out. It's just, I really want to see Jason. Looking back at the bus, my heart yearned to see him again. I was torn between my want to be with Hannah or Jason.
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