Average girl

Amelia is an average girl. Average knowledge, average looks. But yet, she doesn't have many friends. She is sweet and caring and absolutely adores everybody. She tries her best not to judge the people she meets, and that is what got her in this situation. When a new student starts at the start of the school year, she is quick to jump head in on trying to make the person feel comfortable. Yet what happens when this new student is the bad boy Blake Harris? Does the magic sparkle or will they even be friends?

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5. Home alone

He pulled up into the driveway and turned off the car. 

"Is this your house?" he asked a bit stunned. I mean I see why the surprise. I wear baggy old clothes from mall sales and I ride my bike to school. Not much about me screams 'I am a rich kid'

"My parents are sort of rich." I said with little interest. I had never cared about the money, so even when my mother was smothering me with new dresses or some weird new thing I needed, I always just ignored her and hid the stuff away. All I wanted was quality time and some sort of genuine interest, but ever since it happened, they kind of stopped being home and put all of their energy into their jobs. Like looking at me was just too hard to do. 

He got out of the car and walked around it, then he opened the door and helped me out. This time I got to walk myself with his support. As soon as we reached the front door, Blake got really quiet. He almost seemed a little mad, but I hadn't done anything, had I? I unlocked the door and stumbled inside. 
"So this is my house, the kitchen is out there" I said and pointed. "Maybe you could get me an ice pack. You're welcome to grab some food if you're hungry" I started to make my way to the living room. Blake went into the kitchen as I entered the living room. I quickly stumbled towards the wall, removed the big family portrait and hid it behind the couch at the exact minute Blake walked in. 
"Hey, what are you doing? You're supposed to sit down and rest" He said and grabbed my hand and helped me onto the couch. He applied the ice pack to my ankle and started going around the room looking at every photo, whilst being very quiet. From the couch I could reach the record player, so I put the record on that we had heard in the car, hoping to start some sort of conversation. But there was no reaction, he just kept going around the room, looking at my life. His fingers ran across the wall where the photo was.
"Did your parents buy some sort of new million dollar painting they need to put up? And what used to be here anyways? A giant picture of you?" His words hurt, but he had no idea and I was going to keep him that way. 
"That's none of your business Blake. Can you please come help me with this pillow, it's really uncomfortable" I said while trying to wiggle the pillow around without moving my leg. He got to the couch in three long steps and grabbed the pillow behind me and pulled it further up. His face was so close I could feel his breath on my lips. 
"Is this fine?" he said softly. I couldn't speak, he was just so close that I felt like if I moved I would definitely hit my lips on his and knowing me, I was definitely not going to try to test it. 
"Are you sure you don't want to test the theory about the ashtray out?" He half whispered, his voice suddenly sounding so serious, like it wasn't a joke but a request. The twinkle in his eyes enticed me, and I couldn't move. Then I pulled myself together, put my hands on his chest and pushed him playfully. 
"Of course not, you just smell so bad that I sort of fainted for a while!" I smiled and gave him some space at the other end of the couch. He sat down with a big charming smile on his face.

"So what is it like? Being rich and all?" He asked after a while, still looking around the room as if trying to absorb every detail. 
"I guess it's okay. But I kind of wish I wasn't" I said with a shrug. I saw him rolling his eyes a bit.
"It's not like that! I am not some kind of spoiled brat... How is your family anyways?"

His eyes dropped to the floor. Even from across the couch I could see his entire body tense up. Through clenched teeth he answered.
"None of your business Aly H" The way he said Aly H, like it was the worst word his lips and tongue had ever pronounced together.
"Why not? You asked about my family?" I said angrily. This made him get up. He just stood there for a while, his hands clenched into fists. 
"You know what? Screw this, and screw you". The last bit he mumbled, but I heard it. Then he stormed out and shortly after I heard the front door close behind him. The roar of his engine followed, then it too slowly faded away. 

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