chapter thirty one : Daisy

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"Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you.
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song."
- Taylor Swift

"- Taylor Swift

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Past

Like everyday for the past two weeks, I rush out of school. Alex has been picking me up and taking me straight home. I told my parents that my friend gives me a ride home but I know they know the truth.

As long as I'm not later than one hour during school days, my dad is okay with me getting a ride from my friend.

"He's picking you up again?" Nicole says in a surprise and slightly annoyed tone.

Like a little kid, I smile with excitement. "He is."

Nicole let's out a sigh. "Have you..." She pauses and looks around us, then whispers. "done anything?"

At first I'm confused but then it clicks what she is asking. It actually has me thinking about her question a bit. I've never done anything with anyone before. At first I never put thought into that but now with Alex I've been a bit more curious.

I have to chuckle. "No."

She let's out a breath, clearly relieved with my answer. "You would tell me though, right? If you ever did anything?"

It makes me happy to see that she's still trying to be a part of my life even if she doesn't agree with me seeing a boy who's not part of our family circle.

I take both of her hands in mine. "You'll be the first person I tell." I smile and she smiles back. "Okay, but now I have to get going. We'll hang out this weekend okay?"

"Okay." She happily nods.

And with that I hug her and run down the stairs to where Alex waits for me in his car.

Like always, there's a Daisy waiting for me on the passenger seat of the car. He's made it his mission to bring me one EVERY SINGLE TIME he sees me. It never fails.

I smile at it and pick it up. "Thanks."

"How was school today?" He asks, starting the car.

I sigh. "Like every other day, tolerable."

That makes him chuckle. "You're cute."

We drive the rest of the way to my house talking about his day at school. It makes me feel weird when he mentions all the girl friends he has. How cool they all seem. They skateboard, don't have a curfew and some are even getting suspended for piercing themselves in the bathroom.

I could never be that cool.

When he pulls up down the street from my house, he turns off the car. It's strange because he never usually does that. He'll just kiss me and I get off and run to my house.

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