Chapter Twelve

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"Hey wake up" I sit up super fast, to see below me, in my car, is the dude who's name I don't know.

"Fuck, we slept here" I crouch down

"I guess so" he smirks, I cover myself, putting my bra on, then I slip back on my panties and shirt, while he puts on his boxers and shirt. We both go to the side of the car to put our pants on

"Hey, where's your car?"

"I walked here" he shrugs

"Alright, I'll drive you home then" I nod, so he kind of laughs "What's so funny?"

"Just that your driving me home and I don't know your name" he shrugs

"Well I slept with you and I don't know your name" I blush, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth

"Fair enough, let's go then"  We both get in the car, and he says, "Can we play some music?"

"I don't know if you'll like any of them, but I have some mix tapes in my glove box"

"Old car, old CD's... I did it" he nods "Motley Crue!"

"You like Motley Crue?" I smirk a bit

"AC/DC, LED Zeplin, Pink Floyd, Nirvana"

"That's rad" I nod "I listen to punk and classic rock"

"Ew" I furrow my eyebrows "Not eye to the music, but ew to the classifications"

"Oh" I laugh "Sorry, being in a band, I like to classify genres"

"Well what kind of band are you in?"

"Punk rock, metal-Core"

He cringes a bit "I can get down with some bring me the horizon, but does your lead singer sound like he's squeezing his balls? Cause I don't fuck with bands like that; Pierce The Veil, sleeping with sirens"

"I am the lead singer" I laugh, and his eyes widen "And rhythm guitarist"

"Do you scream?" He looks really amused

"Perhaps" I smirk, and he laughs "Where the fuck are we even going?"

"Oh! You were supposed to turn left a block ago-"

"And you didn't tell me?!" I laugh, putting my blinker on to make a you turn

"I wanted to see how long it'd take for you to ask" he shrugs

"I love that" I sing

"Yeah" he chuckles

"So are you gonna tell me your name or-"

"Are you gonna tell me yours?" He asks as he continues to look through the CDs "Megadeath!"

"You don't look like someone who'd-" he looks at me with a smirk so I cut myself off, shaking my head "My names Amanda"

"Do you have a stage name?" He raises an eyebrow "Something edgy like... screaming death!"

I laugh at his childishness, "nope, just go by Amanda"

"That's lame" he frowns, so I laugh a bit

"I suppose it is"

He nods, so I raise an eyebrow, "Oh! It's Elias"

"Nice" I nod "I used to hangout with a guy named Elias who stole Laptops and mugged people"

"I kinda love that" he says so I start laughing, and so does he "Are you better now?"

"What do you mean?" I ask

"From last night- when you-"

"Yeah yeah" I nod, turning down the right street

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