It Ended With The Bad Boy.

14.

The next morning, I woke up in the pair of arms that belonged to Conner.

He looked like an angel as he slept. We didn't do anything except for cuddling and talking about what we've done over the years.

He was right about being a star considering he has a good voice.

I've told him that I mostly just spent it at school but I didn't tell him about me in the need of money and racing back then. So anyways, we spoke and cuddled in my bedroom until it was like way pass midnight.

I brushed my fingers tips against his face as I smiled. He really did look like an angel.

I smiled and brought myself closer toward his body. He was warm and comfortable in my bed.

I panted a kiss on his forehead and smiled against. Conner shifted slightly as he released a big yawn before his eyes slowly opened on their own.

"Morning Conner" I smiled.

He just simply nodded as his grip tighten around me. "Morning princess" he mumbled.

He called me princess. My eyes went wide of his words. "We have to get up now" I said softly.

"No I don't want to get up" he slurred.

"Come on Conner" I said.

Then there was a loud knock on the door, causing me to glance up at it as it opened and what appeared to be the head of Alex poking inside. "Better get up now you two" he said.

Then he left.

"Come on Conner" I nudged him and he only gave a grunt as his response.

"Conner–" I trailed off. "Get up–".

He shook his head until I nudged him once more.

"Fine, I'm awake" He muttered. Conner sat up and rubbed his face just before looking at me.

I hidden my face in the pillows until Conner grabbed a pillow from behind him and wacked it at my hip.

"Come on get up, if I have to get up so do you " he said.

Honestly trying to get Conner to wake up was a challenge, even it made me a tried a little.

"Fine" I said.

Within that we both gotten out of bed, as Conner left my room before I went into the shower.

I scrubbed myself and traced my finger tips over my scars as I looked down.

Do I need anymore of them?

I really hoped that I don't this time. I felt like I was really imprefected. No body was but I had scars that carried memories that belonged to horrible memories.

I didn't asked for them, nor did I wanted them. I took a big breath and released it as I shutted the water off before I stepped out of the shower and found a towel under the sink, in its cabinet with a bunch of others.

I stepped into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around me tightly as I found clothing from my suitcase.

I pulled out a black bra and panties, ripped jeans, a pale pink t-shirt, my all-star converse white shoes and lastly a jean jacket.

Basic, yeah I know.

I stripped from the towel and placed the clothes on. I worked my hands through my hair, trying to brush it like with a hair brush motion.

I stepped out of my room and found everyone talking all at once while eating breakfast sandwiches, cups of coffee or tea that's from a local diner.