Her True Soulmate

Chapter 8

I woke up early the next morning feeling miserable. I slept to much. Blah. I get up anyway then go to Vance's room.

"Wake up sleepy head!" I yell opening the door. I hear him groan from under the blankets. I run on crash landing on top of him. "Wake up button nose!" I yell pulling the blanket away from his face.

"Dude leave me alone." he groans.

"Nope we got school today!" I chirp miserably trying to sound happy.

Finally I know. We've been on a break for a week but now it's time to go back.

"No I'm not even enrolled." he grunts.

"That's where your wrong pumpkin." I chirp. He groans again.

"You didn't?" he says.

"I did." I snicker. I enrolled him on my own.

"Alissa." he hisses at me.

"Vance." I mock. "Don't worry love boat we have all the same classes together." I tell him.

"Great a full day with you." he huffs.

"Awww I'm wounded." I fake sob.

"Yeah yeah." he says pushing me off. I snicker rolling over on my back. "What's this school like?" he ask me.

"School." I say with a shrug.

"Ah one of those schools." he states. I nod.

"Yep." I say. He sits up.

"Alright I'm up." he tells me.

"Good see you in an hour." I tell him getting up from his bed.

I go to my room take a nice cold shower to wake me up. Get out and get dressed. I dress in a black t shirt, black shorts and my combat boots. I put my hair up in pigtails. I did say I dress weird didn't I? No I don't think I did. Oh well. I do my make up and go down for breakfast. When I hit the kitchen I think I died.

Standing there in a suite and tie is Landon. And let me tell you. I thought that he looked like a sex god before. Well now he looks oh I don't know. Damn good. I think I'm actually drooling.

"Where you going?" I ask him wiping my mouth. He turns around smiling at me.

"Work." he answers.

"You work?" I ask surprised.

"Yeah."

"Where?" I ask curiously.

"Secret." he says. I roll my eyes.

"Right escort service." I say going to the cabinet pulling out cereal.

"You think I look good enough to work at an escort service?" he ask me.

"No." I huff. Yes. "I'm just saying dressed like that." I say with a shrug leaving it open.

"Well I think you look cute today." he says. I roll my eyes.

"Of course you do." I say with sarcasm.

"Someones cocky." he says.

"No. I just think you saying I look cute is your way of trying to get me into bed." I tell him honestly.

"I'm not trying to get you into bed." he says.

"Right." I scoff. He sighs heavily.

"I'm not Issa." he says. I froze. Holy shit! Are them dreams real? That's what he calls me in my dreams.

"Issa?" I ask.

"Mmhmm." he says. "I uh." he starts but stops.

"No don't stop now please continue." I say.