Chapter 4 ~"Cat got your tongue?"~

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~Rose's POV~

I could barely get myself out of bed. The awful headache and the awful memories made it hard to sleep.

Finally, I got around and left for school.

~Second period~

Here I am, once again, day dreaming in this class. Well this time I fell asleep. That was until Andrew woke me. Oh shoot I have to go out with him today.

I wake up and make eye contact with him, not in the mood to tolerate his ignorance.

He smiles. He smiles a cute smile.

"We got to pick partners to write an essay with..."

I shrug and just accept it.

"Okay, what are we writing about?"

He is a little confused but proceeds to tell me.

"Just things we can all do to save the earth or a species or something."

I smile.

"Can we write about pandas?"

He smirks and sits down next to me.

"Only if it will make you happy."

I'm not sure if I should roll my eyes or say something nice.

"We can talk about it when I take you out after school, maybe if it ends well we can go to one of our places."

"Yeah! And then we can tell Daisy that her ex that she hates, is flirting with her sister!" I say sarcastically.

"Alright, we might just go to my house then. Not like my parents are ever home." 

He winks.

I let out a sigh of disbelief.

"Mkay." This guy is full of himself.

~After school~

Rose stands at her locker, putting her stuff away, her heart racing as she waited for Andrew to approach her.

"Rose Camilla Mathews."

I roll my eyes and turn around, and there stands Andrews tall frame, far too close... But I don't mind.

"How do you even know my middle name?"

He smiles.

"Daisy always complained that yours was prettier than hers."

I chuckle and look down.

What if Daisy or one of her friends see us talking? What if they say us on our "date"?

I shut my locker, as he puts an arm around me.

Dear lord.

And before I know it we are looking at his motorcycle. 

"This better not be your ride." I let out a little nervous laugh.

He swings one leg over and reaches his hand out.

"Come on princess, live a little bit."

Absolutely not.

I grab his hand and swing a leg over too.

I can just tell he is smirking.

"You will fall off if you don't hold on to me."

I hesitate but eventually scoot forward, wrapping my arms around his torso.

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