"Take your clothes off." Alexander instructed.
"W-What?"
"Take. Your. Clothes. Off."
I looked up at his green-blue eyes, absolutely startled by his words. It was so direct and stern, but created a pool in between my legs.
Even if he had wounded m...
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SKY
When I got up in the morning, my anxiety was through the roof. I was afraid of what was prepared for me on my first day at Summerside. I had spent the day yesterday looking up the school and finding pictures of everything I could find. It was a really big school that was close to the beach as well and had ten thousand students.
Argh.
After taking a shower, brushing my teeth and styling my hair so it wouldn't be a mess, I sat on my vanity to look at myself in the mirror. I looked a complete mess, with dark bags underneath my eyes due to not sleeping much for the past three days.
I simply put on some concealer under my eyes, and put on some black liner around my eyes. If it were up to me, I'd wear black leggings and a black sweater all day everyday. But after a huge battle with my mother, where she tried to push me to wear dresses and tennis skirts, I met her in the middle and wore a black tennis skirt and some old grey shirt with a rock band on it. She hated the black and grey but was content with the femininity of my outfit. My black beat up converse were non-negotiable though.
That morning, I skipped breakfast like I often did, and put all of my stuff into my backpack, clipped my Walkman to my skirt and walked downstairs.
"I'm going to school!" I shouted when I reached the front doors.
My mother was in the kitchen making some breakfast. Her cooking was not good at all, and she also hated to do it.
"Wait, I'm making breakfast!" She huffed, feeling despaired.
"Not hungry." I shrugged, turning my heel to the door.
"Well okay. . . Mark will drive you to school." She said.
"It's not that far a walk, please don't bother." I started to walk out.
"It's not a bother at all. Come on, I'll drive you to school." Mark said.
I was glad that my mother couldn't drive me because then she wouldn't be able to pick on what I was wearing and my choice of makeup. I jumped in the front seat of the car and enjoyed the silence before it was interrupted.
"Your mother tells me that you used to do cheerleading back in New York." Mark said, clearly trying to start conversation.
"Yes." I responded, starting to play with my freshly manicured pink nails that my mother forced me to get done.
"Well, there's a cheerleading team at Summerside. We're good friends with the coach and her husband. Cheerleading is a great thing for college applications." Mark suggested.
I continued to look out the window, humming at what he told me but finding no interest at all.
