Chapter Seven:)

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I woke up this morning by Ashton whispering in my ear, "Blondie, blondie, blondie, babyyyy". I groan and roll over, shoving my face in Ashton's chest. "Nooo sleep" I whine trying to fall back asleep. 

"Nooo wake up, blondie. We've got to go to school today" he says whining like I did when he said 'no'. I huff and sit up out of bed. I stand up and Ashton follows my actions. He walks over to me and pulls me into a hug, making warmth surround me.

 I sighed in happiness and hugged him back. We pulled back and I yawned rubbing my eyes, then stretching my arms out. I groan again and let my head fall forward on Ashton's chest making Ashton let out a chuckle. "I don't wanna go" I say grumpily pulling away from Ashton's chest and crossing my arms over my chest.

 "I know I don't wanna go either but how about this?" he says and I raise my eyebrows gesturing for him to continue. "I want to show you something after school" he says and I nod. "Okay" I say and he smiles. I walk over to my closet and look for an outfit for today. I decided on some 3-button skinny jeans and a denim button up long sleeve shirt. I turn around and I see Ashton sitting on my bed petting Benny.

"Babes I hate to kick ya out but I have to do some stuff so...." I trailed off and he nodded understandingly. "Yea I get it, I need to get ready too but I think I'm going to go on a run first" he explains and I nod smiling.

"I hope you have a good run" I say and he smiles back at me. "What time is-" I start to ask but then I remember that I have a clock on my wall so I turn around to look at it. I see that it's 5:00am and I turned back around. "You woke me up at five in the morning?!" I ask him and he shrugs and nods then laughs.

 "Why?" I ask and raise my eyebrows. I'm so close to kicking him out right now. "Because I figured we could hang out a little before going to school today" he says looking down and now I feel bad. I walk up to him and hug him. "Thank you, I do want to hang out" I assure him. I back up and then shoo him out the window so I could work out.

 He laughed but let me push him out. We said our goodbyes and then shut our windows. I then put on my workout outfit which consisted of spandex Nike pro's and a maroon PINK sports bra. I drug out my black punching bag and hung it up from a clip that my dad installed on my ceiling. I grabbed my gloves and put them on before starting to punch. I figured since I had extra time that I could workout first which I don't get to do often. After about thirty minutes of doing that I decided to stop and take a shower. Before I did that I put the punching bag up along with the gloves.

I then grabbed my towel and scrub with my clothes and walked to my bathroom. Setting my clothes down, I grabbed a new razor from under my sink and turned on the water making the cold water spew out of the shower head.

 I made sure the water was at the right temperature like I always do before taking off my clothes and hoping in. Once I finished taking a shower I put on my clothes and started towel drying my hair. I then realized that it would take forever to dry my soaking wet hair with a towel so I brought out my blow dryer and plugged it into the outlet in my bathroom.

The sound of the blow dryer was all I could hear for the next twenty minutes and even after turning off the thing I felt like I could still hear it. I chose to go ahead and put on some makeup. As usual it was nothing to heavy just a bit of concealer with mascara and I did a brown smokey eye. I also put on some eyeliner and pink lip gloss.

 To top the look off I put on some highlighter and then left the bathroom. I started thinking about what shoes to wear and I opened my closet to look at my collection of shoes. I went with some tan heels and slid them on.

The main reason I wear heels is because they make me seem taller than I actually am. I looked out my window and down at Ashton's driveway to see him now running up it and then into the house. He must have been coming back from his run, I thought as I walked down the stairs and to the kitchen.

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