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Chapter Five; The Note

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Also, who else cried on 1D's tenth anniversary? ;(

 Cynthia

I was ten years old when my mom and dad got a divorce. I had it coming since they were always at each other's heads, disagreeing on the simplest of things, which lead to my dad exploding and throwing stuff everywhere. It was a hopeless case, but I'd still hoped it wouldn't lead to a dead end where one of them was bound to leave.

And that one happened to be my mom.

I was never close to her, any of them for that matter but I quickly agreed to stay with dad when mom decided she wanted to move out of the state. I didn't want to leave my home. Not because I had loving friends who would bleed tears at my departure, but because I was always the person who didn't like change.

It was all about staying in the comfort zone for me.

Ofcourse, that mindset had to take a complete 180 when I made the decision to start college at ASU, away from home, in a completely different state. It was a giant leap for me, forcing myself out of my comfort zone, and took me an awful lot of promises to myself that this was the last time I was doing it. After all, my only dream was on the line.

With that determination, I had woken up a little too early on that exciting yet appalling day, much like this very morning.

I was up and running at six, even before the sun had risen. I would partly blame the honey-eyed monster who first had the nerve to get into my personal space and when I succeeded in getting away from him, he had managed to get me in his car. I had started to think of him as rather decent when our conversation went by smoothly but he had to ruin it by showing me just how revolting his personality was when he threw me out of his car. It was a shitty car, anyway.

What a shame, to have such a beautiful face only to have it wasted on a shitty personality.

Blocking his thoughts from my head, I plugged in my ear pods and started my jog. It was rather pleasant outside, the birds chirping, a car or two passing by every now and then. A gentle breeze fanned my face, making the little strands of hair that had managed to escape my ponytail fly in every direction.

I was running along the side walk for a good ten minutes until I came to an abrupt halt.

There infront of me was the same rusty car I had ridden in last night, looking even more beatup than before. The light made every scratch and dent prominent. The paint seemed to have chipped off in various places. Surely, the car had seen better days.

I looked around the place but there was no sign of the man that the cranky, grey vehicle belonged to.

Curious as to what his car was doing in the middle of the road in my neighbourhood, I stalked towards the machine. Just as I reached it, the front door of the house across the street opened, revealing said person.

He climbed down the stairs, his strides long and powerful, fists clenched on his sides. There was a deep frown creasing his broad forehead, brows furrowed and mouth pulled downwards.

Realizing his sour mood, I crouched down besides the car, hiding myself behind the passenger side. It was probably for the best if he didn't see me.

Last night, I had drawn the conclusion that he didn't like me, maybe it was because I wasn't giving him the reaction that most girls I was sure, did. Or maybe it was because I had said the wrong thing to him during the car ride, which was close to impossible since I'd hardly said two words to him.

My point. He wasn't exactly fond of me. Not that I cared, obviously.

"Ax wait!". I heard a female voice before I saw her. "Will you please just listen to me!?" She pleaded.