Chapter:7

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Mia's P.O.V:

Almost every girl wishes to sit on a unicorn and have a ride on it for once in their life. Like normal girls, I have the same wish. The difference is that girls stop wishing for such things at the age of eleven or twelve but here we are, talking about me. I still keep dreaming about such things at the age of eighteen.

So much to show that I have turned adult.

But who cares?

Anyways back to unicorns. My wish was about to come true. Keyword, about! The moment I was going to sit on a unicorn, I was woken up by my head hitting the window as the car suddenly stopped with a jolt.

What can you expect from a stupid driver like Aaron?

Aaron picked me up from my house today as well but today, I was on time and ate my breakfast at home unlike yesterday.

I woke up to the first ring of my alarm today. Shocking, right? Well, I slept really well last night, thanks to someone.

But again, sleep can never be enough so I fell asleep in the car listening to songs. It's not my fault though. It's Aaron's because that dummy decided to play slow songs in the morning instead of playing some energetic songs. I mean, we are going to college obviously some energy and motivation is needed and when it's Math as the first class, you definitely need it.

I was about to yell at him for waking me up but I noticed that we were already in the parking lot. "How did we get here so fast?"

Aaron playfully rolled his eyes as he parked the car near a huge tree.

"While you were too busy dreaming about me, you didn't notice those ten minutes passed by," he winked and I threw him a glare, sticking my tongue out before opening my side of the door.

"I was not dreaming about you, in fact, I was dreaming about-

"About Mr. Artist, right?" He said, cutting me off with a smirk on his face.

"What? No. Why will I think about him?" I asked raising my eyebrows and feeling some heat making way to my cheeks turning it bit red. Why am I blushing? It's not like I am lying or something but still I am blushing. Great...

"Because 'someone' has a crush on him and don't lie. You were totally dreaming about him. See, you're blushing." He said, gesturing towards my cheeks.

"Shut up, will you? I wasn't dreaming about him. I was dreaming about unicorns." I blurted out.

What a way to embarrass yourself.

If you search on Google or try to find its meaning in the dictionary, it will show you something along the lines like a feeling of self-consciousness, shame, or awkwardness.

I feel like one more thing should be added to it. That is the feeling you get when you blurt out something really stupid without thinking.

Here I am, my face all red in embarrassment as my mouth decided to reveal something without thinking.

"Unicorns? Great excuse, Mia." He said, rolling his eyes and started laughing, but he stopped laughing the moment he saw my face.

"You actually were thinking about unicorns?" He said and stared at me for a minute before he started laughing like a monster.

"Shut. up." I hissed, hitting him on his chest.

"Jeez, woman. Violence is not allowed in here." He said, rubbing the spot where I hit him.

"I will not hesitate to kick your ass if you tell this to anyone," I warned him, trying to act scary but I knew that I failed miserably looking at his amused expression.

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