Chapter 4- that damn smirk

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First I just want to say sorry for not uploading soon I've been reading a lot of recess fan fics and stuff sorry sorry for the late update

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SPENCERS POV

I email Molly about the events of the last two days. it ended up being about three pages long. By the time I was done it was 1 am. well fuck! I quickly take a shower and put pyjamas on. I climb into bed and slowly drift into sleep.

I wake up to my favourite song of the month Amphetamine. I brush out my hair and find some clothes that won't draw attention to me. I decide on black leggings a black shirt and an oversized blue Element sweater. there completely non eye catching. That's the way I've dressed since I moved I didn't want to be noticed still don't but I'm pretty sure soon it'll be pretty unavoidable now that the biggest eye catcher in our school is now my only friend.

As I leave the house to go to the bus stop I see him. I know I've said this a lot but ARE YOU KIDDING ME! he's there leaning against his bike all cool and collected. not only if he just standing there he has a helmet in his hand why did I say with out I helmet I inwardly groan.

"What are you doing here?" I ask with an amused and snarky tone. he looks at me with that damn lopsided grin of his,

"Oh just picking up my new friend. and look I brought a helmet this time!" he said looking like he's holding back laughter. I glare at him and snatch the helmet away.

"I'm only doing this because I'm afraid of buses okay." I say ice cold. he just nods and gets on the bike. I get behind him. I hold onto the back of the bike. he looks at me with that fucking grin.

"Sweet heart you might want to hold in I drive fast." I was about to make a snarky comment and tell him not to call me sweet heart but then he zoomed off. I scream and flung my arms around him.

"You son of a-" I didn't get to finish because he sped up an gain and I screamed and held in tighter. I could feel him laugh and I wanted to hit him so hard but I don't trust myself to let go. I used to go quaffing all the time but that had four wheels and this only had half that. after a while I got a little more comfortable releasing a little but of my death grip. When we get to the school I waste no time getting off the bike and handing him my helmet.

He takes it and starts walking beside me. I glance over at him but stay quiet I can feel the eyes in me and use my defence mechanism. I throw my hood up. fuck why does it have to be so hot in California.

"I was serious about learning songs slowly, can we meet up some time today?" he said without looking at me. seriously I have to spend more time with him.

"Sure why not," I say more harshly than I ment I sighed then looked over at him,"why don't we go to my house after I finish my classes I'm done at three." I say more kindly. he nods then we go our deprecate ways. Jesus I can just feel the death glares well there goes being invisible.

I zone out in my classes and sit in the bathroom at lunch, aren't I so cool? not! when the bell rings at three I walk to my locker and grab my back pack and put in my binders don't need them tonight. I walk out to the parking lot and I'm met by a smirking Tyson.

"Honestly I didn't think you were going to actually show up." he said as he handed me a helmet,

" I'm only doing this because I want a good grade." I put the helmet on and got on the bike. I hold on this time, and I just know he has that damn smirk. once we get to my house I'm thankful my parents aren't there God knows thee would bombard us with questions. I unlock the door with my key and hang up my coat.

"Wheeeew, big house." I hear from behind me

"Yeah after we moved my dad got this super good paying job. he hates it though, I don't even know what he does he used to be in the oil field much more exciting." I saw as we travel further into my house. we go into the basement where my room is and I tell him to hold on a second. I slam the door in his face and basically get all the clothes of the floor threw them in a basket then put the basket in my over sized closet. I open the door and he's leaning against the wall.

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