The Rebellious Type

One

~Alice~

I slowly traced the words on my paper. It was my name. Mary Alice Heinz. I was currently sitting in the headmaster's office of my school. We only had two weeks left. He most likely called me in here to congratulate me on my overall ninety-seven percent grade average, the highest one of all. I hated speeches telling me how smart I was. I wasn't smart, I just didn't do anything but study, read, study, play piano, and study. Occasionally eat and breathe.

"Hello, Miss Heinz," Professor Quibble said with a smile as he entered his office. "Hello." "I hears you got a full scholarship to both London's and Australia's main university. And applied for Harvard in the states! Plus many more little ones. That's spectacular." The word sent chills down my spine. I couldn't help but think of how Ashton had used the word.

"Y-yes," I stutter. "Which are you planning to attend?" "The one in London, most definitely. My mum is excited for it, but my dad always wanted me to go to Harvard. Of course, I don't know if I'll get the full scholarship let alone accepted. It's stressful." "I imagine. You're a brilliant student, Miss Heinz." "Thank you." "I was hoping you'd attend the University of Australia. They're English course is brilliant." "I'm still working out the kinks, honestly. I may not can go to the one in London because of the distance and everything. That's another country." "Yes, I see. Well, congratulations, Miss Heinz. I'll see you for your graduation walk." "Absolutely."

I slowly left the office. I have to go back to chemistry now... Technically, because of my high grade average, I don't have to be here except on exam days next week...

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I sat on the bench outside the school building, regretting taking the bus to school. I just wasn't in a driving mood this morning.

What school do you attend? -Alice

Please answer... Please be the type who doesn't pay attention in class, or who skips class, maybe. Just at this moment.

I'm graduated, baby. Xx Ash

Graduated? He had to be older than I thought.

Oh. Wow. What's your age? -Alice

I'm 19. You? Xx Ash

18. You look young. -Alice

What do you need? Xx Ash

An escape. -Alice

So you still go to school. Hm. Which one? Xx Ash

Princeton. The private school on Oaks Lane. -Alice

Be there in 10. Xx Ash

I waited nervously. I've never skipped class. Sure, I was rushing into this 'trusting Ashton' thing. But I wanted to spend twenty-four hours being rebellious and then I swear I'll go back to being a goodie. *You aren't a goodie, Mary, you're just responsible.* True to his word, Ashton pulls up on... A motorcycle. No way.

I rapidly shake my head. "No way." Ashton rolls his eyes and gets off without killing the engine. He lifts the back and pulls out another helmet. "Stop your worrying, princess. I didn't have another way. It's also not mine. It's my friend's bike, and he wouldn't let me drive it if I couldn't handle it." He then shoves the helmet over my mountain of chocolate curls. "Where are we going?" I ask, frowning as he got back on the bike. *Those horrid motorcycle drivers... It's mainly teenagers thinking they're better than the rest, but those motorcycles are bad news!*

"Back to my friend's house. We're practicing for a gig tomorrow night, yeah? You wanna join or I can take you home?" I let out a shaky breath. "No, my neighbors are nosy. They'd tell my mother. Let's go to your friend's house."