In short, I’m exhausted. It’s the morning after my talk with Tony and the last thing I wanted was to see him with my brain still fried and confused. I have no idea how I plan on surviving today if I wince everytime I think about last night. It wasn’t the fact that he kissed me that made me feel so terrible, the problem was that I almost kissed back—that I almost allowed myself to enjoy it. Trying not think about it seemed to make me think about it more. My dream last night didn’t help much either.

‘I told you already,’ Phe sighed, ‘I have no control over what happens back there, I can’t even walk back there.’

I huffed as I ran the brush through my hair, How can I even have dreams like that and I have never had sex?

‘That’s proably why things didn’t go that far. Talk about saved by the bell,’ she chortled.

I smacked my teeth, “It was pretty damn close.”

“Close to what?” a voice called from my door. I immediately looked up and saw a curious Zoey leaned against my door-frame.

“N-nothing,” I blushed, putting the brush down. “Did you need something?”

She shook her head, “No. Jaime just wanted to know if you needed a ride. He’s driving us.”

“Us?” I asked with slightly widened eyes. Zoey usually got a ride from Tinsley.

“Yeah, he’s been driving me since you were admitted into the hospital,” she informed with a smile.

She stopped talking to Tinsley…

Without a second spent to think, I giddily speed walked up to her and embraced her.

“Hey, no big deal. She’s wasn’t exactly the nicest friend,” Zoey wheezed. Realizing the strain in her voice, I released her so she could breathe properly.

“We’ll be in the car,” she giggled, bouncing down the steps.

Once Zoey was out of sight, I glanced down at my outfit. I was wearing a studded muscle tee with a wolf printed on it, acid washed high waist skinny jeans and black platform creepers. I looked at my bare arms and sighed. The stitches were still pretty gross looking and my stomach always turned when I glanced at them. I carefully slid on a few woven and beaded bracelets and grabbed my black leather jacket. Sparing my room one final glance, I scooped up my bag and headed out to Himes’s car.

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“Thanks for the ride Jaime!” I smiled as he headed down the opposite side of the hallway, Zoey in tow.

“No problem, I’ll drive you back home after school okay?” he called back.

I nodded and turned in the direction I was walking.

‘What’s up with the rides all of a sudden? Usually he lets you walk, he knows you like walking home,’ Phe wondered aloud.

I dialed in the numbers on my locker, I don’t see anything strange about it. Maybe the whole after school ride is just a weird sort of favor or something—I don’t know its Jaime.

Phe mumbled something faintly but I shrugged it off. No doubt that if it was important enough, she’d make it known what she said.

I unloaded my bag and threw my jacket in my now open locker. The book I needed for next period was carelessly thrown in my backpack and I threw the heavy thing back over my shoulder. I kicked my locker, adjusting my shirt.

“Hey Nix,” Vic’s gentle voice greeted.

My head shot up for the second time this morning and I smiled up at him, “Good morning Vic!”

“Walk you to class?” he grinned.

“Why do you even bother asking?” I joke playfully, nudging him.

He shrugged and swooped my books from my arms and cradled them.

“You don’t have to carry my books. I’m a big girl, Vic.”

“Why do you even bother trying to argue with me?” He chuckled.
He was right; we both know he was as subborn as they come.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he smiled. We were almost outside of my class room so we stopped walking and faced each other.

“And what might that be?”

I saw a flicker of nervousness in his eyes before he continued.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house for thanks giving. My mom always makes more than enough food and is constantly asking to meet me and Mikey’s friends.”

“Of course I’ll go!” I squealed, putting my arms around his neck and hugging him.

He laughed, “Great! So we’ll be expecting you tomorrow afternoon then?”

“Definetly,” I nodded.

He handed me my books and took them in my arms. He gave me a quick peck on my check.

“Bye Nix,” he called coolly, walking down the hallway and leaving me in front of my first period class.

He…He kissed me…?

Shaking off my overly-analytical thoughts I proudly entered my class and sat in my seat in the back, shamelessly day dreaming about the perfection that is Vic Fuentes.

Notes

I got my laptop baaaaaaaaack :D yaaay~ I wanted to do a thanksgiving chapter cause i think it'd be sweet c: I'll update again soon! Comment, rate, subscribe, vote and all that jazz~~

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