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2. Come On Hazel

Chapter 2. Come On Hazel.

•Arabella P.O.V•

I wipe the sweat off my forehead as I stop twirling. I've been here for an hour now, I called my mom telling her I was here. I don't need her worrying about me.

I wasn't actually prepared today so I didn't have music to dance to, so I just danced to silence. Well, here here and there I would stop for a drink and here grunts followed by the chains of a punching bag.

Everett went his own way, he didn't say a word to me since saying I could use the room. He went straight back to beating the pooh out of the punching bag.

I let down my blonde hair and pull the elastic band around my wrist. I pull my phone out of my bag and then click the home button to see its 4:00pm. Guess I should get home.

I slip on my grey sweat pants and an over sized t-shirt that falls down my shoulder. I throw all my stuff into my bag and sit down on the bench so I can pull on my uggs.

I know, I live in Florida and I'm over dressing, but hey, I just moved from Alaska, its a big change.

"You leaving?" Everett asks, causing me to jump and almost lose my balance, stumbling until Everett puts his hand out, holding me up.

I freeze at his touch, my body tensing up and he knows, he softens his hold and pulls away a bit, trying not to crowd me "Careful." He mutters before pulling back, seeing as how I got my footing. 

I let out  a slow shaking breath before sending him a small, grateful smile. Which he ignores "Thanks, and yeah I'm leaving." I say softly, pulling my bag up higher on my shoulder since it keeps slipping down.

"Need a drive?" He asks, everting his eyes away while grabbing his own gym bag.

I fiddle with my fingers and rock back and forth on my heels as I think about his offer.

It would be quick and easy for me, but than he would know where I live and I don't really think my mom would like that idea.

"Sure." I squeak out and follow him out, he shuts the lights off to both rooms and walks beside me down the hallway.

He opens the school doors, holding them open for me. My eyes scan the parking lot for his car, there's only two cars, but students were surrounding them.

"Where's you're car?" I mumble, standing next to him. I look over to see a smirk form on his face.

"Oh, Arabella, your funny." He says with a blank look but I could see the amusement dancing around in his dull eyes.

"Funny?" I question, confused. How am I funny? I look at him with a scrunched up face and raise an eyebrow.

"I don't have a car, I have a motorcycle." He states, the smirk never leaving his face.

Did he just say what I think he did? He drives a motorcycle, is he on crack? Like, its dangerous to ride one of those things.

Oh pooh, he offered me a ride home and there is no way in Alaska that I am getting onto that death trap. He starts walking but stops when he notices I'm not following.

He makes a face when he turns around to see that I'm not following him "You're not afraid, are you?" He asks with a hint of amusement.

I close my eyes while running my hands down my face and clasping them together as I utter "Deathly."

Its true, I'm deathly afraid of motorcycles. Their dangerous and fast, just one big death trap. And I heard that people who drive motorcycles are part of a gang.