The Girl With The Gloves

Self Control

Adrian's Shmexy Point of View

"ADRIAN GRAYSON CARTER, WAKE THE FUCK UP."

I groan and roll over, rubbing my eyes. "I just feel the love." I mutter, getting up and heading to my bathroom. I glance into the mirror.

Why me?

It's the same question I ask every day. Not because my mom is extremely violent drunk. No, I couldn't care less about that, it's the fact that I had to be seperated from my little sister because my mom can't handle her grief.

I turn away from reflection, today is not the day to throw pity party.

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I step out of the shower wrapping a towel around my waist.

Look at me, I'm clean now.

I roll my eyes at my childish thoughts and quickly change into my clothes, judging by my clock I have roughly five minutes to get ready.

Not wanting to bother with my bipolar hair I stuff a beanie on my head making some of my hair fall into my face.

I should really get a haircut.

I step in my shoes not even bothering to tie the laces as I jog down stairs and past my mom who sips on her coffee which is no doubt tainted with alcohol. I open the door.

"You're forgetting something." She says. I mentally sigh. I walk back over to her and kiss her on the cheek.

"Love you."

She grunts. "Take out the trash after school, and make sure you tie the bags, A, 'coons got into it last night. Made a mess."

I nod. "Yes ma'am." I jog to my truck and quickly pull out of the drive way.

I still can't believe Allie liked this piece of junk. But you could see it in her eyes that she loved this truck.

Adrian why are you thinking about her, you don't like her do you?

No, of course I don't. I've never liked anybody, she just...confuses me. That place I took her to, the fear in her eyes when that guy called her name.

Her eyes. Are an absolutely beautiful dark shade of emerald green. And her pale blonde hair. And her little button nose. And her soft, pink lips, for fuck's sake her lips make me want to-

My phone rings, tearing me out of my thoughts, thankfully. I can't like her, liking her means getting attached and get attached means her knowing me.

The real me.

I shake head and answer my phone not bothering to check the caller I.D.

"Hello?" my voice comes out husky. Shit. that only happens when-

I look down at my pants. Yep, 'mini me' got a little too happy.

See? Girls cause problems.

Immediately I think of the million year old secretary you tried to hit on me. I cringe and look back down at my pants. Safe.

"Adrian? Are you okay? What's up with your voice?" My aunt Stephanie. I blush and pull into the school parking lot.

"Uhm, nothing, what's up? Thankfully, my voice comes out normal.

"Oh, well, uhm, can you watch your sister after school?" She sounds like she's in a rush and my eyebrows furrow in confusion as I head into my school.

"How am I supposed to-"

She cuts me off. "Thanks, I owe you one, gotta go, bye." She hangs up on me and I look down at my phone in confusion. Eventually, I just stuff it into my pocket, promising myself that I'll figure it out later.