Alone.

Enter: Damian Vlad Kingston

Chapter: 11
Enter: Damian Vlad Kingston

The day Adam Kingston decided to pick me up for school was the day confusion of confusing sorts settled in my conscious, my subconscious and my whatever-other-conscious I was supposed to have.

Adam Kingston was being kind and expressive. And it was very much unsettling to say the least.

I mean, the guy wasn't exactly all arrogant and stone to begin with. But this sudden openness was on a whole new level of surprise and, quite frankly, unease.
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"Mum! I'm gonna skip breakfast toda- what are you doing here?" My eyes honed on my target accusingly.

"Ray!" my mother dearest scolded me. "Where are your manners?"

"Left them on the bed on my way." I looked pointedly at my culprit, "Well?"

There was a look of amusement plastered across his ridiculously gorgeous face as he comfortably sat on one of the stools and leaned forward on the counter looking me over, kind of taking in my appearance. Which wasn't much really because I hardly put effort on my attire or the lack of.

You see, my alarm, again, failed to wake me up on time and with only 20 minutes till the first bell, the most I could do was comb my hair, pull a high ponytail, wash my face and brush my teeth. Ultimately, I ended up with my grey three-quarters shorts and an over-sized Kakashi T-shirt. With their all wrinkly-right-off-the-bed glory. The only thing I could be grateful for was the bath I took last night. At least this way I didn't smell as bad as I looked. The pearly fragrance of my shampoo and deodorant was my saviour.

"You look exceptionally pleasant today," was the comment rolling of his tongue.

"So I've been told." I looked down at my watch. "Where are the others?"

Mum rolled her eyes at me, "They left half an hour ago."

"Right," I mumbled. I grabbed an apple from the basket placed conveniently in front of Adam and made my way to the porch. "I'll see you later, mum!"

"Hopefully not with a Late-Comer's Notice."

"Yep. Hopefully." I went out the door.

"Because if you do, you're grounded, young lady!"

There was a momentary halt in my strides. As much as I wanted to ditch Adam's attempt on giving me a ride to school, I couldn't. My bike could obviously not take me to my destination in time. And mum's threat was still hanging in the air. So, with a huff, I started tapping my feet impatiently waiting for Adam to come out.

The door creaked open, and out came Adam while raking his long fingers through his hair. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and smirked, "Couldn't ditch me, I suppose?"

I bit down hard on my apple, with a loud crunch. While I was in my comfy pjs; my outfit of the day for one out of the two measly colour days our school offered, Adam was the epitome of everything that was perfect.

With black denims, ripped purposefully at the knees, his leather boots shining and screaming expensive, his grey jumper just the right amount of fitting on his body, with a maroon collar of his shirt peaking out from under, the first button undone, he was like a model right out of GQ. And I was seriously underdressed to go with him. Show off.

I glared at him, "If it's the only way to not get grounded then I suppose I could deal with your existence for a small drive."

With amusement evident in eyes, he walked past me. "I'm touched," was his sarcastic drawl. A black 7 series BMW was parked right outside our gates and I tried my best not to gawk at the guy walking in front of me. I'm not even going to exclaim on that anymore.