Skinny love

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

I groaned. It was morning already and the only thing that I could comprehend was : WHY?!

I think of just keeping eyes closed, ignoring the alarm and pretending it hadn't been heard.

But I have an Adonis .

"I know you're awake, little cinnamon" the fact that his voice was so close and I could feel his breath on my nose, I could tell he was right in my face.

"Come on. We only have half an hour to get ready," he's warm breath heated my nose.

He shook me gently but then his shakes became unbearable.

My eyes shot open. "Okay! I'm up"

Addy chuckled. "Great. Go get ready"

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Addys black Audi was parked in my driveway. I walked over to the passengers seat and slid in while Addy locked my house.

I buckled me in and soon Addy was doing the same.

"Addy?"

"Yes, Adelaide" he looked over at me before starting the car.

"Could we stop at Starbucks?" I pleaded him with my eyes. The way I always did to get my way.

It worked on Adonis, Sterling and Dad but not on mom.

"For?" he raised an eyebrow, challenging me. Because he knows what I want.

"Spicy Pumkin latte?" I asked, hopefully.

He sighs pulling out of my driveway. "Adelaide, you know I hate pumpkin. I don't like you drinking that shit in my car"

I pout. "It's not shit"

I turn away and look out the window. I'm not that surprised that he said no. But it still sucks.

"You're a such a scum bag" I grumble.

"Yeah? You're a donkey" he retorts.

I gasped. "You're a mean shithole!"

He snickered. "What did you say?"

Okay so I never cuss at all. Adonis is by far the only human being to hear me cuss.

"Shithole" I grumbled still looking out the window but not really paying attention to my surroundings.

Addy burst out laughing and I couldn't help but admire his beauty.

How his black hair fell over his eyes. How he raked it back with his thick fingers. How his eyes shone with amusement, the edges of his mouth slightly upturned revealing his straight white teeth.

"Its not funny, Adonis" I sulked.

"It is. You never cuss" he says calming down a bit but still laughing.

He stopped at a red light. "Yeah, I do. I cussed yesterday" I said confidently.

"Poopy head is not a cuss word, cinnamon" he snorted while driving when the light turned green.

He drove forward and was supposed to take a left for school but drove straight instead.

I beamed. "You're my favorite person"

"I can't keep you away from your pumpkin latte" he smiled parking in front of Bo Rocca.

I sprinted out of the car. Well, I tried. I forgot that my best friend forces me to strap my seat belt.