chapter six - skye's pov
"Crap." I say aloud to myself as I roll out of bed, the sun's bright rays casting down on me through the white windowsill, lighting up the grey bench, which is littered with a variety of books. I rummage through the covers on my full-sized bed, in search for my cell. Finding it, I click the power button only to be met with the "battery low - connect charger" symbol. With an annoyed grunt, I roll out of bed, the smell of maple filling my nostrils.
I pad downstairs, finding Ezra in the kitchen, his back turned to me as he attempts to not burn the sausage patties laid out in his medium-sized frying pan. He has some kind of 70's party music playing on his phone as he shimmies around, singing along with the melodic tunes. Attempting to stifle my laughter, I fail, resulting in a sequence of coughs as Ezra turns to me, mortified. I laugh as his face reddens with embarrassment.
"Someone's had a good morning!" I laugh, seating myself atop a white bar stool placed under the small kitchen island.
Ezra stands across from me, twiddling his thumbs together, still embarrassed. "I made you breakfast," he says plainly, sliding over a plate with a couple pancakes, scrambled eggs, and a sausage patty.
"Thanks, do you have a charger?" I ask. He points to the plug-in below me as I thank him again, connecting my phone to the charger. After a few minutes, the screen pops to life, displaying the time. It's nine o'clock. I'm late. "Fuck." I exclaim out loud, rushing upstairs to grab all my things. Still dressed in my clothes from yesterday, I scurry down the stairs.
"Skye, where are you going?" Ezra calls to me from the living room as I take my phone off the charger.
"I'm late, see you later!" I yell back, slipping on my grey Converse. I rush out the door, only to walk straight into a chest that holds a familiar scent.
"Skye-"
"Not now Asher, I'm late!" I say in a hurry, trying to get away quickly as I pass by him.
"Wait, you left this in my Jeep." He says, holding my pale blue scrunchie from yesterday.
"Oh, thanks." I say rather awkwardly, taking the scrunchie from his hand whilst also trying not to make eye contact. I barely get to turn away before he speaks again.
"Do you have a ride?" he questions. I sassily point to my car and wave goodbye, jumping into the passenger side of my 2010 Honda Accord, and speeding off into the distance.
Asher's POV
My eyes adjust to the sun as I pull up to the apartment housing in which Ezra. Though it is called an apartment complex, the houses rather resemble duplexes. The outside of Ezra's is white with tan-colored trim on the windows, and a black door. I would've never picked the colors, but I assume it is affordable, so you can't really be too picky. I pull in front of number seven, grabbing the blue hair tie thingy that Skye left in the passenger seat. I'm walking up the sidewalk before I'm rammed into by a rushing Skylar. "Skye-"
"Not now Asher, I'm late," she interrupts, swiftly passing behind me on the sidewalk.
I quickly blurt, "Wait, you left this in my Jeep." I hold out the hair tie thing, noting that she has another grey one on her wrist.
"Oh, thanks." She mumbles, turning from me. I stop her again.
"Do you have a ride?" I ask, unsure of why I did. It'd be an easy walk, but I could be nice and give her a ride. She points to the car parked just in front of mine, a bored expression inhabiting her features before she turns away, waving and proceeding to drive off without a word. I was expecting a worse reaction to my sudden appearance, but she seemed okay. I walk up to the door, knocking lightly. I am met by an angry Ezra, his tongue sat just between his teeth while his icy blue eyes stare me down. The cool tone of his eyes pit against his fiery aura is a sight to see as he stands before me.
"Can I come in?"
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Hey guys! Really short chapter today, but I hope you enjoy anyway! The next one will be normal length, I promise.
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