Alluringly Mines

Chapter 2

Sevaerlena PoV

As expected school was on lock down for the rest of the school session which meant no classes so yayyy. Not

One point for Braxton for making me have one more day to study for English.

I reversed in the garage turning off the radio which was blasting Goyte Somebody that I used to know on CD.

I sighed blowing my strawberry blonde hair that magically strayed from the tight bun-ish style that I had it in , noticing the empty presence of my Father's Malibu Civic. God why did you bless me with such an amazing ghost of a father . Note the sarcasm.

Stepping out the car and unlocking the door I was flooded with loneliness once again the darkness of the room despite it only being after 4 , the only noise was the fridge .

Ahh yes the fridge, I opened up the doors of heaven and placed the jar of green flavored goodness on the counter and kicked the door shut with my leg foot.

After a game of slam dunking about 3 packs worth of sour skittles in my mouth I matched upstairs and plopped down on my bed way too tired and frustrated to study for English.

"As I sing this song re-member
Boys are wrong
But not this song
They're stupid dumb and ugly" ..well not him

Feeling inspired by my so not inspirational song i try to tackle my thoughts to not think about Mr. Brooding.

Ahhh why did he have to be so uhhhh

Godly.

Damn you Adam and Eve.

Holding strands of my hair in front of my face I stared at the split ends that are begging to be trimmed and the roughness begging to be tamed . Why can't I just go bald.
Oh right because your a scary cat who's in love with her hair.

Getting up I decided what better way to busy myself than to buy myself ice cream , even though I probably have a years supply in the freezer. But there is just something about the ice cream parlour ,well besides from the oblivious 13 year olds who think there boyfriends will marry . Ha yeah right .

As I open the door of my car I looked down at my black sweater , ripped high waist denim jeans that were smudged with my green handprints which meant they were doubt sticky , and lastly my badly laced black converse. Meh good enough.

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I'm pretty sure today was cursed for me.

Yup I'm convinced.

Or maybe im cursed.

Or maybe im just an idiot.

Leaning against my car with my arms draped around my small frame and one of my legs perched on top of someone's motorcyle trying to keep myself  warm I shivered in the cold , it was surely going to rain.

But why don't I just go inside the car a sensible person might ask .
Welp, there inside my car laying down flat and shining were my car keys inside the car on the mat.

Yeah my life sucks.

And why don't I call?

Because up until today I never saw even a slight purpose to carry my phone , until now of course.

"Ahh Sevaerlena your such an idiot". Way to go sub conscious for stating the obvious.

"Well if I'm an idiot then you are too , idiot". I snorted thinking how crazy I would probably sound to a person passing by.

"But no one is stupid enough to be in the rain in front of  an old ice cream parlour especially on a Monday afternoon."

"Well except for you of course , well for me". Gosh I'm losing it.

"Get. Your. Feet. Off . Of my damn. Bike."

Geez when did my voice get so deep.  My hands unknowingly few to my voice box searching for a reason for my change of range.

Nevertheless I continued this debate with my newly developed voice.
Clearing my throat with my head still raised to the sky , I continued

"I may not good at English but I'm pretty sure foot is the singular form of feet , and I am pretty sure I only have one foot on your oh so precious bike, it'd practically junk."

"Junk , do you even know what junk is ?" This voice was seriously getting deeper and angry even.

It spoke once again.

"Look little girl , I'm giving you to the count of 1 to get you feet off my bike". I snorted at the emphasis that was made at feet.

And to the count of one seriously

It was that moment what a hard rain drop bounced off the lens of my glasses did my foggy mind cleared.

"Holy shizzle". I quickly withdraw my foot from the old looking bike and finally stared straight in front of me.

Directly in my eye sight was Braxton in another plain pink T-shirt and converses matching mine but only in a way better state.

"Umm" I gulped racking my mind for an apology but only came up with one phrase.

"I'm not a little girl." Really Sev , you were suppose to apologise. I slapped my hand against my forehead rather harshly which led to me drawing my hand back which slammed against the window of the driver's seat .

"Oww oww oww" I was now hopping around on my left foot , the pain starting to get worse.

And that's where everything escalated , my stupid right foot kicked against Braxton's rusty  motorbike which made it land on its right glass mirror .

Stepping forward now on both of my feet the pain caught me unexpected along with the wet pavement I was greeted face down with.

"Ouch". Deciding that that was enough embarrassment for a day I layed still face still on the ground in a very very awkward position.

My train of thoughts were broken by a deep chuckle.

I looked up to face the jerk.

Wiping imaginary tears away from his beautiful face his voice the total opposite of his action.

"Well would you look at that you fell off your feet."

There it was again that stupid emphasis on feet.