Hiraeth

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I slightly stumble when I exit the bar. My dad was in his office tonight so he won't be home. I figured it would be a great idea to get trashed since I have nothing better to do.

Its a good thing Jake gave me that fake Id or else I would've have been doomed and probably bored out of my damn mind. I came to the bar around six o'clock and now it's probably around twelve am. The bar didn't even close, the dumb bartender kicked me out. He's luck I didn't pull the last name card or he'll be terri - freaking- fied.

Like Cmon dancing on tables? That's not even that bad and guys say girls are dramatic. I hate guy's, jk. I love them. Nah I don't even know. I mean do you or whatever. What the hell am I even thinking this? Because I'm probably smashed. And don't you go around bullshitting, I'm not one of those cliche ass girls who have super low drinking tolerance. I mean if you stayed in a bar for seven hours your bound to get drunk.

I'm also so grateful I'm not one of those dumb drunks or I think I'm not? I stop walking looking at my surroundings as I can't even see shit since it's dark as fuck. Where the fuck am I? I swear if a bitch tries to come up to me I won't hesitate to hold back. I knew I should've saved that one video your supposed to listen to out loud so no one kidnaps you.

I bump in to someone while I was just daydreaming of who knows what. And no it wasn't a brick wall it was more like a hard chest. I feel them up and take notice of there abs I can tell they clearly have from the outside of there shirt.

"Well you can stop touching me now," A very familiar voice whispered. What are the fucks odds? Faith? Hell no! I look up and of course you guessed it's Caden Jensen!

"What the fuck are you doing outside here?" I ask with a disgusted tone. I forcefully put out for him to hear.

"Me? What are you doing out here?" He points to me using the same tone I used. "Do you know how dangerous it is to be out by yourself!" He scolded. "Someone could've done something to you," and if someone did I'll simply fight a bitch. Jk. I'm really not kidding.

"The fuck you want me to do about that," I rub my temple already having a headache. I knew i shouldn't have drank that much. I really didn't even know why I just thought that, I just wanted to sound responsible in my head.

"Next time,"he mutter dragging me into his black Mercedes. "Call me when your alone," he open the passenger door. Gesturing me to get in. How did I even get to the bar? Like I give a fuck. I really do though what if I left my car. I'll just buy another one or whatever. Rich people problems.

I look down and chug a opened bottle of water that was in the middle console. Caden glances at me than rolls his eyes dramatically when he notices the water I downed.

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows in disgust when he looks at me with a disapproving look. "Judgmental much?"

"I didn't even say anything," he starts up the car. "And you literally drank out of my water bottle," he drives off. Only using his right hand to drive the steering wheel. That's hot.

"It's not that serious Caden," I yawn. Looking at Caden as he keeps his eyes focused on the rode. Okay I'll never admit it to Caden's face or anything but he is the most hottest person I've ever encountered. And I'm not just trying to be nice but he is so fucking hot. He has a strong tan jaw line that I desperately want to run my finger over. Dark hair so soft I want to fix his hair every time I see him. Eyes, his eyes have to be the most unique thing I've ever laid eyes on, with a stunning mixture of yellow and green. His lips looks so soft I just want to inch a little closer to him to examine it more.

"I can feel your stare," he smirks. I look back at the road pretending I have no idea what he's talking about. "You don't have to admit but i know you were staring at me," he taunts.

"Like I haven't caught you staring at me more that once Caden," I give him a side glance a smirk forming on my lips.

"Where do you live?" He taps the steering wheel as we wait for the green light.

"Why? Trying to stalk me," I joke.

"I need to get you home genius," he rolls his eyes. Driving again when the light turned green.

"Uh," I trail off. Squinting my eyes trying my best to remember my address. Now I feel like a damn idiot for not remembering. I frantically pat my pockets in search for my phone. Only to realize I didn't fucking bring it with me. "Well you see, Caden." I start to explain. "I'm kind of a little tipsy-"

"Yeah no fucking shit lunatic,"he rolls his eyes.

"Stop calling me names loser," I start again. "I kind of don't remember my own address," I put my hands up "but I swear it's not my own fault." I point out. "My house is near the um," I snap my fingers trying to remember how my house looks like. "Near the hills-"

"So is like every fucking house," he snaps. "And people always say to be kind," he mutters.

After awhile of awkward silence we pull up to a penthouse. "Where are we?" I groan. I am not mood to go to another frat party.

"My penthouse," he mutters. He softly grabs my hand pulling me inside. We walk inside, Caden greeting the employees as we walk into his house or whatever it is.

"Why are we here?" I slouch. When we enter his large home. He escorts me into a room which I'm assuming is the guest bedroom.

"Well Heaven," he leaves the room. Coming back with a pair of joggers and a hoodie. "I can't exactly leave you on the streets. Now could I."

"Oh? Okay," I mutter. Taking the clothes he sets in my arms.

"The en suit is right there," he points to a random door behind me. "There should be a toothbrush inside one of the cabinets. Go get changed and sleep," he orders.

"Thank you," I whisper. Feeling like I just lost my pride. As I've never liked when people help me out.

"I couldn't hear you," he smirks. "Come again," he leans closer to me. "Sorry I have hearing problems," okay now he's over doing it.

"Whatever Caden," I walk to the en suit. Hearing his laugh from behind me.