chapter 1 Claire's pov Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. That's the only sound my mind can process as the final seconds of the school day go by. The bell rings. Thank goodness! Atleast it's Friday. Which means weekend of freedom. My parents are leaving today for the entire weekend. Some business trip. So home alone baby! I go out to my locker and get my stuff. Some perverted senior walks by slapping my butt as I'm pulling out my books. UGH! I hate being a Sophmore! I start my way out of school. Only to see it's raining and I don't have a ride. Great. Inserte eye roll here. Scratch that thought. It's pouring. Just my luck. I walk outside and head home. I don't even make it two feet off the school property and I'm already drentched. It's a long walk home. Great. It's freezing cold from the rain. After about ten minutes I'm half way home when a red truck pulls up next to me. I open the door and get in without hesitation. Don't worry I'm not just getting in some random dudes car. It's Quil's. I close the door and crank up his heat. I wrap my soaked sweatshirt tighter around me. Quil: There's a sweatshirt in the back. I take his sweatshirt from the backseat and throw it on. Like always it's HUGE on me. I don't even know why he has sweatshirts. He obiously doesn't need them. But they come in handy at times liket his. He puts his arm around me as I curl into his side. Having a boyfriends who's 108° all the time really comes in handy. The rest of the drive was left in a comfterable silence ...
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Tribal Heart Chapter 1
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chapter 1 Claire's pov Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. That's the only sound my mind can process as the final seconds of the school day go by. The bell rings. Thank goodness! Atleast it's Friday. Which means weekend of freedom. My parents are leaving today for the entire weekend. Some business trip. So home alone baby! I go out to my locker and get my stuff. Some perverted senior walks by slapping my butt as I'm pulling out my books. UGH! I hate being a Sophmore! I start my way out of school. Only to see it's raining and I don't have a ride. Great. Inserte eye roll here. Scratch that thought. It's pouring. Just my luck. I walk outside and head home. I don't even make it two feet off the school property and I'm already drentched. It's a long walk home. Great. It's freezing cold from the rain. After about ten minutes I'm half way home when a red truck pulls up next to me. I open the door and get in without hesitation. Don't worry I'm not just getting in some random dudes car. It's Quil's. I close the door and crank up his heat. I wrap my soaked sweatshirt tighter around me. Quil: There's a sweatshirt in the back. I take his sweatshirt from the backseat and throw it on. Like always it's HUGE on me. I don't even know why he has sweatshirts. He obiously doesn't need them. But they come in handy at times liket his. He puts his arm around me as I curl into his side. Having a boyfriends who's 108° all the time really comes in handy. The rest of the drive was left in a comfterable silence ...
chapter 1 Claire's pov Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. That's the only sound my mind can process as the final seconds of the school day go by. The bell rings. Thank goodness! Atleast it's Friday. Which means weekend of freedom. My parents are leaving today for the entire weekend. Some business trip. So home alone baby! I go out to my locker and get my stuff. Some perverted senior walks by slapping my butt as I'm pulling out my books. UGH! I hate being a Sophmore! I start my way out of school. Only to see it's raining and I don't have a ride. Great. Inserte eye roll here. Scratch that thought. It's pouring. Just my luck. I walk outside and head home. I don't even make it two feet off the school property and I'm already drentched. It's a long walk home. Great. It's freezing cold from the rain. After about ten minutes I'm half way home when a red truck pulls up next to me. I open the door and get in without hesitation. Don't worry I'm not just getting in some random dudes car. It's Quil's. I close the door and crank up his heat. I wrap my soaked sweatshirt tighter around me. Quil: There's a sweatshirt in the back. I take his sweatshirt from the backseat and throw it on. Like always it's HUGE on me. I don't even know why he has sweatshirts. He obiously doesn't need them. But they come in handy at times liket his. He puts his arm around me as I curl into his side. Having a boyfriends who's 108° all the time really comes in handy. The rest of the drive was left in a comfterable silence ...
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