“Scotland what?” He takes his arm down.
“Scotland Aurora Green.”
“Is it possible to fall in love with someones name?” He asks, looking in her eyes.
“Okay, whatever you’re trying to do isn’t working.” She slightly laughs. “You’re not getting in my pants if that’s what you want.”
“Hey, hey, hey. I never said anything about getting into anyones pants unless that’s what you want…” He smirks.
“You’re ridiculous.” She says as she scoffs, and pushes past him, throwing her bag once again onto her back.
He grabs her arm and spins her around once he catches up to her, just out of the library.
“Colton Michael Thomas.” He says.
“Well Colton Michael Thomas, I would kindly appreciate it if you fuck off.” She replies, walking away.


3. o3.




Scotland sat on the curb in front of the school an hour after school ended. She picked up her phone once more from her lap, and checked the time and to see if she had any messages from her mom; Nothing. She got up and started to walk down the long driveway down to the sidewalk, as someone pulled up next to her, idling the engine in drive to stay next to her.

    “Scotland Aurora,” The familiar voice says.

    “I thought I told you to fuck off.” She says, knowing it’s Colton without having to look up.

    “Let me give you a ride.”

    “No thank you.”

    “C’mon, it’s supposed to rain.” He says, as the sky lightly sheds some water droplets, lucky for him.

    “I think I’d rather drown.”

    “Scotland, get in.”

    Scotland raises her arms and flips up her hood on her green cloth jacket with multiple pockets, and kindly flips Colton off with the hand closest to him.

    “Okay, that’s it.” He says, putting his jeep in park, and getting out.

    “What do you think you’re doing?” She asks, giving him a look as he bends down, and wraps his arms just below her waist, picking her up and throwing her torso over his shoulder.

    “Giving you a ride.”

    “Put me down! I can call the cops and have you arrested right now!”

    “You’re 18, so I’m technically not kidnapping you.” He says, as he puts her in the passenger seat and gets in the drivers seat, and starts driving.

    “How do you know?” She asks, annoyed as she crosses her arms and looks over at him.

    “Lucky guess.” He says, glancing at her and smirking as he drives.

    “I don’t understand how someone like you could be so god damn annoying.”

    “What do you mean, someone like me?”

    “Gets anything he wants, especially girls. You have nothing to be annoying about, really.”

    “You don’t even know me, though? I just moved here last month.”

    “You’re incredibly attractive, you smoke, you have tattoos, and you do that thing. Of course you get all the girls you want.”

    “Do what thing?” He asks, looking at her again as they are at a red light and smirks, giving her a look in his eyes.

    “That! That, thing!” She says, as she slightly yells at him,  pointing her finger at him and furrowing her eyebrows as she yells.

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says, laughing as he puts his hand through his styled hair and rubs his forearm where his tattoo is etched.

    “Ugh.” She says, looking out the window, slightly shaking her head as she tries to hide her smirk. “Wait, where are we going?”
        “My house.” He responds.

    “But you said you would give me a ride home?” She asks, confused and slightly irritated.

    “I never said who’s home.”

    “Whatever,  jackass.” She laughs.

They pulled up at Colton’s house, a one story home. They walk inside the house and grab a couple of sodas, then go to Colton’s room. Colton lays on the bed, his head against the propped up pillow, with Scotland sitting cross-legged, leaning against the wall.


    “So.. Scotland Aurora…” He smirks and laughs.

    “What?” She asks, looking around his room.

    “Tell me about you. What’s your story?”

    “I don’t have one.”

    “What? You just can’t have a story. I mean, why are you coming to school this late in the year?” He asks, taking out a cigarette from the package.

    “Long story.” She says, offended as she takes the cigarette out of his hand and chucks it on the floor.

    “What’s your issue?” He asks, scrunching his forehead as he picks up the cigarette and puts it back in the package.

    “I dont like the smell of cig-”

    “No, not that. You. I mean, I’m trying to be nice here I just want to know a little something about you.”

    “I said it’s a long story. You don’t want to know.”

    “And why not?”

    She swallows, and exhales. She bites the inside of her lip and opens her mouth to say something, but closes it and gets up.

    “Can you take me home?” She asks, looking at the door.

    “Can you answer my question?” He responds, sitting up.

    “You’re impossible.” She responds, leaving his room as she tries to hide the tears in her eyes.

Colton goes after her, and grabs her by the wrist, spinning her around; She lands with her face in his chest, but doesn’t back away. Her tears start to fall as he holds her close to him, his chin resting on the top of her head.

    “I saw your scars.” He says, looking down at her head.

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