The next day i woke up with a bad headache. I sat up in my bed brushed my hands through my hair.
Last night seemed like a distant memory. A dream that seemed so real. That's all was it, i knew that now.
I glanced over at my alarm clock and read the time. 7:15
"Shit!" I hissed, rushing out out my bed and toward the bathroom.
I quickly brushed my teeth and put ona little makeup and dashing out to grab some random clothes that didn't match at all.
I quickly grabed my bag and made my way out, My school was just at a walking distance from my house, but today even that small 10 minuites walk is going to make late today.
When i stepped in my school, i wasgreeted by a puff of cigarette smell. I coughed and tried to clean the air with my hands.
I looked up at the culprit with a glare that was hard to keep in place once i landed my eyes on him.
He was tall and had a fairly build body. He wore a black hooded jacket. He was leaning against his vehicle. Asif it wasn't enough, A sleek, black motorcycle.
He leaned against it casually. Arms crossed over his chest and a cigarette between two fingers. He wore dark sunglasses, which i couldn't see past. There was something about him- Besides he stole 10 seconds away from my life making me inhale that disturbing smoke. he made me mode off.
I clear my throat and recomposed my words.
"Yu just blew smoke on my face" I tried my best to stay calm and collected.
He stayed completely silent as he took another puff of his cigarette.
I stayed quiet, refusing to speak until he answered me.
"Oops" He said, blowing more smoke onto my face.
I stared at him, strucked by his rudeness. What'shis problem? What did i do to him?
"Who do you think you are?" I demanded,
"CJ" He said casually. I narrowed my eyes at him. " Callum Jansen" He raied one eyebrow "And you are?"
I hesitaited, unsure whether to aanswer or not.
"Elisa Robinson"
He nodded, "That's a wierd name" He declared.
This guy is ridiculous!
"You know what?" I snapped. " I met you less than a minute ago and i already can't stand you."
He sighed deeply as if i were anoying him.
"You you have something you want to say?" I asked, putting my hand on my hip.
He stepped forward. He lowered his head so he hovered directly above me, his breath mixing with mine. I noticed that he didn't smelling of cigar anymore, instead he smelled og mints.
"Yeah" he said in a deep, husky voice. "You should save some of that passion for the bedroom, preferably mine.
Before i could say anything, he walked away.
"By the way Elsa" He called back to me. But before he could say anything. "It's Elisa!" I yelled, But he didn't respond and walked away.
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Keeping My Distance.
Teen FictionDistance sometimes let you know who's worth keeping and who's worth letting go.