Mine

Chapter 4

I wake up sprawled across my couch, with a saliva patch on the cushion which my head was resting on.

Classy.

Obviously not been moved by my parents when they got back from work.

How I miss those nights of being a 7 year old.
I feel strange for some odd reason...

I sit up and retreat my phone from under the cushion and do my morning routine of just scrolling from each social media site to the next.

Just as I was about to check my Instagram I hear a deafening ping projecting from my phone.
I yawn as I press on my messages, I open the one that I just got and look at it confused.

Who the hell is-

Oh god. Suddenly I get a flash back from last night, the unknown message, the annoying conversation. Damian.

I push my thoughts to the side as I read the message.

7:16am
You want a ride to school?
Damian

In a frazzled state I go back to my home screen and check the day.

Oh sh*t!

Monday already?!

My body leaps off the couch and I start climbing the stairs aggressively, almost tripping on the last two stairs.

I push my door open almost pulling it off it's hinges by the intense force of my push.
I run straight over to my vanity unzipping my makeup bag, emptying all of its content on the table.

I have zero time to apply foundation so I just apply two coats of mascara and a lip balm to my lips. My lips tasting of strawberries making me want to eat them. I can't be the only one that wants to do this. Surely.

I run over to my drawers pulling out all kinds of outfits that aren't suitable for school.

Two minutes later I have on a white blouse with black leather looking jeans. Grabbing the nearest shoes next to my door I make my way towards the stairs, the already creaking stairs whine as I pound my feet against them.

I fling open the front door, the wind whipping me in the face unexpectedly; before me I see Damian.

My eyes go wide as I wasn't expecting him to come to my door.

Oh boy he looks good.

Tight white shirt, black ripped jeans and a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.

As usual, he has that devilish smirk on his porcelain face. Making me angry but drooling at the same time. I can't resist.

My wandering eyes come back to reality to look at him straight in the eye.

"Was you just checking me out?", he says obnoxiously.

Never.

"Can we just go?", I say impatiently.

"Sure", he replies nonchalantly.

I crouch down to get in his car, my head almost banging against the roof of the car. Does he really need it this low to floor?

"I really hate this car, it makes me feel all claustrophobic with how small it is", I moan as I shove myself in the little space below me.

"It's either this or you can walk, I don't really care sweetheart", he smiles annoyingly at me.

I just scrunch up my face obnoxiously at the last thing he said and ignore him all the way to school.

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About 20 minutes later we arrive on school grounds being just 5 minutes late; which Damian doesn't really seem to care about.