LOGIN"So, tell about Landon again?" Bella questioned as she munched on her baby carrots. I shrugged and shook my head. "That was it." "So you're telling me that he could've got shot? And you hid with him?" I nodded. "And he didn't beat you up?" I shook my head. "And you trusted him?" &nbs
"The hell are you doing?" Austin raised an eyebrow. I groaned and planted my face on the piles of papers on my desk. I released a loud, screeching half yawn half sigh. I heard Austin laugh from behind me as I lifted my head back up. "You've only been in school for a week." He commented. Before I got to answer a soft cushion landed on the back of my head, jerking me forward. Even though Austin had thrown a really soft pillow, his strength was out of this world.
"You don't think my outfit looks a little too much?" Colton asked me as he ran his hand across his dress shirt. He was wearing a black dress shirt, black dress pants and a red tie. "I mean, what are you so dressed up for?" I asked, eyeing him from top to bottom. I must admit, even though Colton may come off as a nerd, his body was very fit. His muscles appeared through his dress shirt, but not too much to make the shirt rip apart. "It's for this speech I'm giving today, to the Student Body," he responded. &
After what felt like years, the school bell had rung. Quickly, I grabbed all my items and shoved them into my side bag. This class was filled with so much awkward tension. I felt Landon staring at me in the corner of my eyes, that crazy smirk of his never leaving his lips. I stood up and tried to leave the class as quickly as possible. I was not trying to see this so-called Landon guy ever again; even though I knew that was impossible. "Hey!" a voice called out from behind me. I tried my best to ignore the voice behind me, assuming that it was Landon's. "Aubrey!" I sighed in defeat. There's no turning back when someone calls your name and knows you heard it. I turned around slowly. To my surprise, the brown haired, black bomber jacket boy was out of sig
Aubrey's POV I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. "Aubrey, wake up honey!" my father's voice echoed into my room shortly after. I released a groan as I turned over to my phone, hitting the "stop" button before tossing it carelessly onto the bed. Moments later I dragged myself off of my not so comfy twin sized bed, and made my way to the new bathroom. This new house wasn't as big compared to our old home; not t