Chapter 8

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The look on Hunters' face was a mixture of sorrow and regret for asking in the first place. "What about you?" I asked,trying to ignore the look.

"Play guitar." Wow. I'm impressed. I figured he was going to say video games or something. "And write. I write songs."

The last two class periods seemed like the longest to end. Finally, the bell rung,meaning school was finally over for the day.

I was heading to the bus when a hand grabbed my arm. I braced myself for whatever was about to happen. I spun and I met blue eyes.

"Hey do you have a ride home?" He asked in that beautiful accent.

I was stunned. Why does he want to take me home?

"Yeah. I ride the bus home."

He sighed. "Would you like me to take you instead of the bus? It'll be more quieter." I smiled. "No. Thank you. I'm fine with riding the bus."

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