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Trying and failing to control my tears, I restlessly pull on the doors handle. Why won't it open!
He grabs my hand and I flinch with so much force it's a surprise I don't bang my head against the car's roof.
Letting go of my hand as if its fire and has burned him, he asks in a pained tone, " are you scared of me ?"
It takes me a moment to register his question, but once I do, I nod my head no without hesitation. I'm not scared of him but of what he must think of me. I wish I didn't care so much about what everyone else thought of me but I do. A lot.
"I need words, Rose."
"No. I'm not," I whisper. He searches my eyes for the lie — which he's not going to find because it's the truth. I should be scared though. I am scared of every other male. But not him. Why?
"Why—."
"Can you take me to my friends, please? Or let me out of the car so I can make my own way there," I interrupt the question I know I would've struggled to answer. Like the voices said; it's none of his business.
He surprises me when he starts the car without argument. Wow, I didn't think it'd be that easy.
"She lives near Raywood park. I don't know her address, just go near there and I'll show you the way ." I tell him but get no response. Not even a nod of his head.
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RomanceHazel has ambition and drive. Everything in her life is calculated. She has rules and regulations specifically set in place to make her dreams come true. Applying to her dream college on a whim and getting accepted isn't one of them, especially not...
