Chapter 7 - Who invited the EX-girlfriend to the party?

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A/N: HEY READERS! Wassup? Finally finished this chapter today with the help of @Justsimpleme. Woo Hoo! I'm really caught up with the school work, so I haven't got the time to sign in and continue the story. So I hope you enjoy! ♥

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- Danny's POV

September 31st, 3:00 am

"I'M FINALLY EIGHTEEN! I'M AN ADULT! WOO HOO!" I heard someone shouting from the hallway outside. I took a look at my alarm clock and saw it was three in the morning. Who the hell is screaming at- Oh, I forgot. 

I walked up to my door and opened it. "WOULD YOU SHUT UP? IT'S THREE IN THE MORNING!" I shouted out as I slammed the door shut. "Meany" I heard Michelle talking through my door. I rolled my eyes and went back to bed. Michelle started to shut up for awhile. It made me think "What was she up to now?" 

I finally shut my eyes, but then...

"I'M EIGHTEEEEEN!"

"Holy-" The shout made me fall off my bed. Damn it Michelle; go disturb someone else for a change. "Miche-" I was about to scold her, but when I got up, she was already asleep, on my BED. Ugh, she’s so… tsk. I grabbed my blanket off the floor then placed it over Michelle. Then I grabbed one of my pillows and slept on the couch. She so owes me for the back ache I’ll be having later.  

 -Michelle’s POV

September 31st, 7:15 am

“Morning guys!” I had a cheesy grin on my face. I sat by the table where Mr. Henderson and Sam were. Nicole left for work an hour ago. She goes to work real early, like six in the morning. I hate to be her right now. I scanned the room for Danny. Huh, no sign of the devil boy. Best morning yet!

I sat by the counter then I felt someone thump my head with a newspaper. “Hey!” I turned around to see Danny standing there with a smirk on his face. If I wasn’t such in a nice mood I’d tackle him to the ground. I grabbed my bag which was lying beside me then swung it across my shoulder. “I’m going” I stomped my foot while heading to the door. Thanks for nothing, DEVIL BOY.

Instead of taking the limo to school, I rode my bike to feel the wind in my hair (and also to let it dry). But, my morning won’t be the same without some tunes. I plugged my earphones on my ears then pressed play.

Song playing: Thinking of You –The Maine

“I’ve been thinking of YOU!“ I sang out loud as I shifted my head from left to right. While listening to the song, I started to think of Danny. No, no, get out of my head! Stop, it brain. This isn’t the time to think of that DEVIL BOY.

While I was on my bike, this rock decided to make me fall off my BIKE. What is it with these rocks? Are they like, against me or something? Are they trying to avenge some rock I destroyed when I was young? IT WAS FOURTEEN YEARS AGO! “Ugh” I groaned as I tried to stand up. “Need a hand?” Someone asked as they let their hand. I grabbed onto the persons hand and then dusted myself off. I hate riding on bikes, AND I HATE ROCKS. Ya hear me rock? I hate yooou. “Thanks” I smiled at the kind person who helped me up. I looked up at the mysterious person then our eyes met. I know I’ve seen those ey- “Oh, hey Caleb” I grinned.

“Happy Birthday by the way… So you’re, 18 now huh”

“Yeah, I’m finally an adult! ... What are you doing here?”

“This is the route I take when I go to school. You should cover up that wound though” Caleb said, going through his bag. I looked at my knees and saw my jeans were ripped and now I have a scrape on my knee the size of Russia. “Here” Caleb handed me a band aid. I ripped the plastic open then started to place the band aid on my knee. “Whoa! Wait” Caleb grabbed my hand. “What?” I raised my eyebrow. I saw Caleb take out an alcohol swab from his bag. “WHOA, Whoa, No alcohol!” I said, backing away from Caleb as he ripped it open. Caleb looked at me as I hid behind the tree. “Michelle, how do you expect the wound to heal?” Caleb said, crossing his arms. I shrugged my shoulders. “Magic?” I said, grinning at Caleb. Caleb gave me this cold glare which freaked me out. I let out a sigh then went closer to him. Caleb kneeled on the ground then started to wipe the alcohol on my knee.

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