Kidnap My Heart // greyson chance. (( E D I T I N G ))

Chapter 5

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An annoying ringtone from my bedside table cruelly awakened me from my peaceful slumber. Who it could've been, I had no idea. By this time, you've probably picked up that I'm not much of a people person. There was hardly anyone in my contacts and hardly anyone who knew my number so receiving a call gave me quite a shock. It couldn't have been either Trevor or Mom since they're just here. They could've just come into my room if they wanted to have a chat. It could have been dad though. He was currently in an out-of-town business trip. Maybe he wanted to check how we were doing. I glanced to my wall clock overhead and furrowed my brows. It was 7am for pete's sake. Dad knows better than to call me this early. Rage started to build up inside me as I answered my phone, "Hello?!?"

"Whoa there, sleeping dragon. Don't eat me," A familiar voice spoke into the phone and my fury subsided as I realized why she called.

"I forgot," I whispered.

"It's a good thing I decided to wake you up then!" I could imagine her showing off a really big smile, proudly.

"But really, Lucy? It's like 2 hours before 9," I whined childishly.

"Don't you dare go back to sleep missy. I changed my mind, be there in an hour. Don't even make me wait for you because I will literally show that note you made for Dylan 2 years ago. Yes, I still have it," Lucy threatened. I widened my eyes. She still had that? I was 13! I was young and stupidly had a little crush.

"You won't," I said, trying to put on a stern voice but horrendously failed.

"Try me. One hour okay?"

She hung up even before I could reply. I jumped up from my bed and raced into the showers. I would literally kill myself out of embarassment if Dylan saw that note. It contained the most embarassing confession of all time and a bunch of weird comparisons as to how I felt about him. The emotions were still there, but the words I used then completely differ from the words I choose to use now. Sophistication was missing in that note. I could pour a lot of that in my writing now but back then was different. I could still vaguely remember the words "You are my peanut butter to my jelly". If he saw that, I would beat myself to a pulp and really be a dang jelly.

After a nice, warm bath, I slipped on my fave pair of denim pants and an oversized shirt. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and wore my brown loafers. Sighing into the reflection of the body mirror, I put on my glasses. The wall clock indicated it was 25 minutes before 8. If I left now, I'd be there 10 minutes before Lu. Hyde Park was a 15-minute walk away from our place.

A year from now, maybe I wouldn't have to walk to places anymore or get my mom to drive me somewhere. I'd be 16 and get my own license, I dazed as I headed downstairs. Seeing my mom fiddling with ingredients in the kitchen, I approached her. "Mom?"

She turned around and widened her eyes at the sight of me. I know what she's thinking. Let me take a guess. How is my daughter up so early on a Saturday? Maybe she's feeling sick? Do I have to take her to the doctor? When her eyes started to crinkle up in a smile, I took a guess on what she was thinking again. Oh, I know. My little daughter just wants her mommy to drive her over to the library so she has something to do on the weekends. What a doll. "Want me to give you a lift over to the library, honey?" She gleefully asked. I knew it. She's so predictable.