Our Continuous Cycle

Chapter 2

My mind starts to wander. What could his name be. I mean he was so sweet. how could he not tell me his name when he first came here. Like seriously. And where was I supposed to meet him for dinner. Should I just see if he was the boy living next door? Or find someone to describe him to? I don't even know. Why wouldn't he give me any details? Did he have a car? I don't even know. Just then a vehicle pulled up behind me. I guess the question about the car was answered. I turned around to find a midnight black Ferrari, with him in the drivers seat.

"Hey, uhm I never asked your name." I awkwardly say.

"Oh it's- ugh I'm so sorry my dad needs me back home. Can you meet me here tonight at 5?" He asks while in a hurry.

"Well I don't know where else to go." I say with a laugh. I really don't know where I'm going to live now. The single issue I have is that I don't have a phone. I will have to get one in the next few days. I have enough money saved for a phone and it's bill for a couple months.

"Well see you in about an hour." He smiled.

Damn it. I never got his name. Ill ask him tonight at the movies. What is it even with this little town I mean seriously. It's so small and everyone is under eachothers skin all the fucking time. I guess I should just well, stay here and have Zayn take me to the store later. I never thought I'd be a homeless girl going on a date with a neighborhood boy who I knew nothing about. Not even his name. I wonder if there's anyone around here my age who would be interested in a bitchy girl for a friend. I decide to go down the road a bit when I heard someone talking.

"Harold. Have you heard about the new family that just moved in? They kicked their daughter out." Obviously the lady is talking about me.

"And why the fuck should I care?" He snaps back.

Hey. This boy may be the one person I like in this town. Other than the mystery boy with Carmel eyes. I kept walking until I came to their yard. Try were still talking until I think it was his mother, noticed me.

"Hello. Why don't you come into my home. I'm Anne. And that's Harold. You must be the girl that the family down the road kicked out. I'm so sorry for that." She was so sympathetic. Should I tell her I'm glad to be out of that place. That my father killed my half brother? I decide against that.

"Yeah, I'm fine though. The fact that I'm 19, I think I could live on my own. But I guess that's not happening anytime soon." I say with such politeness I don't even think it's me.

"Well, in the mean time, can I go back to whatever the hell you want me to do mom?" I heard Harold ask without paying attention I the girl stating there with ripped jeans and a tank top.

Harold had curly hair and blazing green eyes. He has that same snappy attitude as me. I actually kinda like him. I set my stuff down and walked over to him.

"Anything I can help with?" I ask. Wow what is my issue today?

"Not really. What's your name anyway?" he asks with such an amount of attitude.

"It's Sasha. Not that you even care." I snap back.

"I really don't. I'm just trying to be as nice as I can because I live with a bunch of pricks and as soon as I get used to everyone around here you and your family come along, leaving me to have yet another annoying group of rich high class people with prissy daughters or stuck up sons." I do really like this boy.

"Well, look at me? you think I'm stuck up? That I come from a perfect family? Well you know what I don't." I explode. He clearly sees that he has upset me. He looked at me with his green eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

"Really? That's it? You're gonna call my so called 'family' off for being prissy and stuck up? then say you're sorry?" I don't know why I'm arguing with this stranger but I am.

"Well if you knew me better, I never say sorry. Ever. And when I say it I mean it." He hisses.

"Well, maybe we... I dunno. It's a stupid question." I start to say.

"No, why were you going to ask?" He looks like he's serious.

"It was stupid... just nevermind.." I say and start to walk away.

"No.." he grabbed my wrist before I got away. He turned me around to face him. I knew my face was turning red. I don't really care though. Harold was nice and all and I was going to ask him to come to the movies with me and that mystery boy tonight but then I double thought that.

"Harry, I mean Harold." He cut me off.

"Did you just call me Harry?" a smirk grew across his face.

"I.. I didn't mean to." I say.

"No. I like that." his smirk turned into a smile. "Sasha I'm going to the movies tonight with 4 of my friends... do you wanna tag along?" he asks and I don't have a clue what to say.