Wildest Dreams [ON HOLD]

❝ i turn around and you're creeping in ❞

I need something that can wash all the pain,
And at most I'm sleeping all these demons away.
But your ghost, the ghost of you,
It keeps me awake.
Each time that I think you go,
I turn around and you're creeping in.

"Ghost" -Ella Henderson

The jerk had broken my phone.

Okay, so yeah, he hadn't meant to hit me with his car, but it had still happened and caused me to drop my phone, since, you know, getting hit by a car is pretty distracting. Unfortunately, the asphalt had been pretty hard and my phone had been pretty fragile and the screen had ended up completely shattered.

Somehow, the touch screen still worked, but it was annoying as hell to use with the amount of cracks there were.

The fact that everyone was talking about it -the accident, not my phone- didn't make me any happier. By lunchtime, I was pretty sure everyone had heard and I still didn't have any friends yet.

Not that I want any.

From the little snippets I had heard, the story had spun a little out of control. In some versions, Jacen had sped off without apologizing, which he kind of had, minus the not apologizing part. In others, apparently we had a full on make-out session after he had lovingly pulled me off the ground.

I was so going to spend the rest of year being known as the girl who got hit by a car on the first day of school.

Who's Lucia Valentine?

Remember that girl Jacen Winston hit with his car?

I could see it happening already.

Not that I care, of course.

I found a quiet corner in the cafeteria and sat down, setting my bag beside me. I pulled out my laptop and waited for it to start up as I munched on some fries. Once it did, I looked behind me briefly to ensure that the table after me was still empty, then opened up Safari and tentatively typed a name into the search bar.

Jacen Winston.

He was the son of Liam Winston, who owned a huge technology company, Windst. I remembered Dad having talked about how fast the company had risen, since he had been working for a company that rivaled Windst at the time. There were tons of articles about Jacen Winston and his family.

He even had his own Wikipedia page -I now knew his favourite food was apparently French fries with mayonnaise (which sounded absolutely revolting).

A small white box dropped onto the table, making me jump and slam my laptop shut. I rubbed the top, mentally apologizing for abusing it, then glanced up to see Jacen Winston standing across the table from me.

"Sorry for scaring you," he said.

"It's okay," I replied warily, desperately hoping he hadn't seen what had been on my computer screen.

"Can I sit?" he asked, gesturing to the bench in front of him.

I nodded.

"Um, I'm sorry for hitting you with my car then storming off instead of making sure you were alright," he said. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "It was a dick move, and I just close up when-" he sighed and cut himself off. "Can we start over?"

"Start over?" I repeated.

"My name's Jacen Winston," he said holding out a hand to me. "And I feel really bad about hitting a girl with my car then speeding off like an asshole."