** REWRITING ** Tidal Wave

Chapter Six

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing over and over again.

"No," I groaned as I rolled over to my nightstand to pick it up. Two missed calls from a random number. I was about to place it back down but then it rung again. Same number. I didn't recognize it but I answered anyway.

"Hello?" I asked groggily.

A very familiar voice answered, "Ellie?" It was Grayson. I instantly sat upright in bed and combed my fingers through my hair.

When I forgot to respond he spoke again,"Ellie, are you still in bed?" I shot to my feet.

"Um, well, not technically. I just got up and--"

He laughed."I will take that as a yes. Just get ready fast, ok?"

"Get ready for..?" I questioned.

"School." he answered. I stayed silent again."Shoot, did your mom not tell you?"

"Not tell me what?"

"I'm driving you to school this morning. Andrew had some early testing?"

That rung a bell. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Can you come a little later then you thought you would because I really need some time to--"

He laughed rung out again. It was music to my ears."Ellie?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm actually already here."

I walked over to me window and sure enough, there he was. He sat in his black Jeep and waved up at me. "Oh. You might have to give me a some time to get ready."

I saw him smile through the layars of glass and squint to look up at me. "You look fine. But if you really want, we have fifteen minutes to spare. I got here early. I knew you wouldn't set your alarm."

I laughed,"You are so going to regret only giving me fifteen minutes."

"Oh really?"

"Yep," I said,"It takes quite a while for my beauty sleep to kick in."

He grinned. "Well, you're now down to fourteen."

I glared at him as I pressed the 'end call' button. I had a lot of work to do. First, I dug thorugh a box labeled 'E- clothing'. I found an old pair of jean shorts and a pink tanktop. I slipped them on. The shorts were a little shorter then the last time I tried them on and my tanktop was a little small up top but I shrugged it off. I didn't have much time.

I back over to the window and tapped it. Grayson glanced up from his phone. I pointed to my wrist. He mouthed,"Eight minutes." I ran over to my vanity and hurriedly applied my mascara and eyeliner. Surprisingly, I made no mistakes. I pocketed my phone and rushed out of my room and down the stairs. I took an granola bar that was probably six years old, from the pantry and slipped on my flip flops. I ran out the front door to Grayson's car door. He leaned over and opened it for me.

"Hey," I said breathlessly.

"Backpack?" he said in return. A groan escaped my lips as I ran back to into the house and picked up my bag that I had strategically placed near the door last night.

Back in Grayson's car I tried to control my breathing. He whistled,"Thrity seconds late but I think we can make it work." He smiled at me but his eyes couldn't help but go there. Grayson probably only glanced at them for a millisecond before his eyes snapped back up to mine, but that was, like, five seconds to girl. I crossed my arms uncomortable. He turned to the wheel to start the car and cleared his throat.

"You look nice."

I could say the same for him but I was pretty sure Grayson always looked good.