Sinner's Survival [INCOMPLETE]

Entry 2: The Morning

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You awake to the beeping of your alarm clock. You reached out and shut it off as you sat up and yawned. It was 5:15. You had to be up and out of your room, ready to leave, by 6:00. You got out of bed and stretched as you got your yoga mat out from under your bed. You spread it out and turned on your morning playlist.

The song "Paper Hearts" by Tori Kelly turned on and you smiled. You sat on the mat and stretched, sing softly to the music.

"Pictures I'm living through for now, trying to remember all the good times. Our live was cutting through so loud, memories are playing in my dull mind." you sang louder as the song got closer and closer to the chorus. "I hate this part, paper hearts, and I'll hold a piece of yours. Don't think I would just forget about it, hoping that you won't forget get about it."

"You truly do have a lovely voice." you looked at the door in shock. Arthur Ketch was standing in your doorway.

"I'm sorry, was I to loud?" you asked him as you got up and paused the song. You were nervous. He usually didn't speak with you, other than about missions. Not only that you had had a crush on him ever since you had met him as a student at Kendricks.

"No you're fine, I was just walking down the hall and couldn't help but listen to you sing. You truly do have a talent." he spoke with a smile. Not a smug smirk, but a real, genuine smile. You blushed a little at his words.

"Thank you, Arthur. Anyway, I don't mean to seem rude, but I need to finish getting ready." you spoke, trying to force the blushed from your face. He nodded.

"Of course, I'll see you in the loading bay for the hunt." he turned and left your room, closing the door behind him(clearly he's heard of it). You let out a sigh and sat back on your mat. You looked at the clock to see it was already 5:37. You quickly got up to take a shower, you would have to finish your yoga later.

*Time skip brought to you by our Lord and Savior Chuck*

It was 6:05 and you were sprinting into the loading bay. You hoped they hadn't left without you. As you entered the room you groaned as you saw that Mick and your car was already gone.

"This is just great! How am I gonna get there now?" you shouted, thinking you were alone.

"You know, my motorcycle does sit two" spoke a silk smooth voice. You turned your head to see Ketch sitting on his motorcycle, helmet on.

"What about my bags? I brought them in here earlier but now they're gone."

"Mick took them. He's already left, said he'd meet us at the hotel." you nodded and approached Ketch. "Well, what are waiting for? Put on your helmet and climb up, we're already running late."

"Of course." you responded nervously. You buckled the gear into place and climbed on behind him. You sat up as straight as possible so you wouldn't touch him, holding the seat for support.

"Good Lord, (y,n)! Would you please just hold on to me so we can go?" he said firmly, looking over his shoulder at you.

"Ya, sorry..." you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his waist. You blushed brightly as your arms brushed against and settled on his abs.

"Now was that so hard?" he said. You could tell by his voice that he had a smirk planted on his face. He revved the bike before speeding out onto the road. As you started to pick up speed when you turned on to the highway you tighten your grip on him, leaning her head on his back.

You had never ridden on a motorcycle before in it was terrifying! You squeezed your eyes shut and held tightly onto the only steady thing around you, which just so happened to be Ketch. You could feel the bike slowing down so you decided to open your eyes.

When you stopped you were at a gas station. You sat up and climbed off the bike and shakily walked to a pole to lean on. Ketch got off too, taking of his helmet.

"(y,n), you need to relax. Trust me, you will be alright." he walked up to you and removed your helmet. He placed a hand on your cheek and a dark blush formed on your face. "So, will you call down?" you nodded slowly, looking directly into his hazel grey eyes. "That's a good girl" he said before he handed you your helmet and walked back to the bike, putting his helmet on.

Your face was still bright red but you put on your helmet and climbed on behind him nonetheless. You wrapped your arms around him once more and leaned into him to steady yourself as you started to ride off again.