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Fifteen: You uncultured swine

The incessant tapping against my window was driving insane. The noise will not stop and I am about ready to physically murder someone.

I squeeze my eyes shut and place the palms of my hands tightly against my ears. It works for about ten minutes until the noise gets louder.

Annoyed, I yank my soft duvet off my now cold body. I follow the noise that leads me to my window.

I angrily open it and stare down at the driveway. "What? Can you not let a woman sleep? Is this some 90's movie? Use the fucking door. What's next? Are you going to hold a damn boombox over your head?" The words roll out of my mouth in a tangle.

"Sorry?" The voice calls back in return. 

"Let me sleep Everett." From under his hoodie, he looks up at me. His green eyes are looking darker under the moonlit street.

"C'mon I want to show you something. Meet me down here."

"Blah," I mumble. I glance at my phone and it's 4 in the morning. "How are you awake?"

"Couldn't sleep," He yells back, rocking on the heels of his all black converse.

"Well, I can." With that, I throw myself back onto my bed with a huff. My tank top rises up and I tug it back down, covering my once exposed skin. 

Just as I feel myself falling back to sleep, the ticking noise begins again. I storm up to my window, flip the bird and pull my curtains shut.

I saw him last night. It's been less than 24 hours. The idiot may be growing on me but I need more than 24 hours away from his presence. He is too much to handle.

I stare at my cracked vanity mirror and rub my hands over my face in attempts to wake up. I slap my cheeks a bit too and blink rapidly to make sure I'm fully awake.

Well, almost fully awake.

I pin some loose strands of my short hair back and then head for my closet. I lazily slip my legs into a pair of thick black leggings and throw on a cropped grey t-shirt.

After almost slipping on a step, I make it downstairs and out the door.

"Phew, I was beginning to think you weren't coming."

I grumble in response. "Shut up. This better be worth it." I slip into his black jeep in silence.

My head leans against the cool leather headrest and I shut my eyes softly. I only know we are leaving because I hear Everett insert the keys into the ignition and the car begins jolting forward.

"I have school in approximately 4 hours," I mumble.

"We'll be back. I have a tv interview at 9 anyways."

I hum in response and curl my legs up into a comfy fetal position. The entire ride is silent but comfortable. I rest my eyes the whole ride and Everett is murmuring softly to the music that is playing on low volume.

I wouldn't say I've become a fan of his music but he's not too hard on the ears. 

The sound of the car in the night street and his soft voice is enough for me to start drifting off.

But like the bad luck I constantly get, the car comes to a sharp halt and I fly forward rapidly, almost hitting the dashboard if it weren't for Everett's arm securely placed in front of me.

"Sorry, that asshole cut me off as I was turning to park." Everett's jaw is clenched tightly, his eyes glaring at the grey Mercedes that speeds off without an apologize. If he had laser vision, that car would be burning in flames by now. "Also why aren't you wearing a seatbelt? Do you have a death wish?" He glares at me.