Stockholm Syndrome

Rose Faith Davis comes from a family torn apart by the unfortunate events of a late night drive. It's taken years to overcome the loss of the one that believed in her so much. Now, she's graduated high school and is ready to take on the task that is college. She'll be moving from her small American town to the bustling city of Sydney, Australia. There's a lot of bad things happening over the sea, however, this doesn't scare Rose. She's up for any challenge, and will chase her dreams no matter what.
~Don't follow your dreams, chase them~


32. Fighting over Boys

*A Few Days Later*

          After rushing to apply at the library, I got the job. Right now I’m putting away books. It’s not a hard job, but I get a lot of perks. I can check out new books before anything else and look for other books while I put them away. As well as a paycheck.

          “Um, excuse me, but I couldn’t help but notice you and how beautiful you look,” a British boy’s voice fills my ears.

          I look over to see a boy around my age with curly brown hair, bright green eyes, and dimples. “Um, hello.”

          “I’m Harold,” he smiles a bit bigger.

          “I’m Rose Faith. But Rose is just fine. In fact, I prefer Rose.”

          “Well, Rose, I was wondering if I could exchange numbers. I know it’s kind of sudden, but I’d love to get to know you. You’re in my creative writing class, and you are so knowledgeable about everything we discuss.”

          “Oh, now I know why you look familiar. You’re pretty good at writing poetry from all you’ve read aloud.”

          “Thanks. You’re better than me though.”

          “Nope, I am pretty bad poetry. That’s why all I write is nice, fiction stories.”

          “Maybe I can help you with poetry. But I’d need your number.”

          “I don’t give my number out to many people. So, how about you come here Friday when I’m working again so we can talk and then you will be one step closer to getting my number.”

          “Fair enough.”

          We talk for a bit longer before it’s the end of my shift, and I’m walking outside to get picked up by Ashton.

          “Why are you all smiley?” Ashton asks with a low chuckle.

          “Oh, it’s nothing,” I sigh and look out the window, watching the objects outside rush past.

          “Come on, I want to know,” he pokes my side a few times.

          I giggle, “Fine.” I push his hand away. “I got a very nice compliment from some boy named Harold. He’s in my creative writing class and we are going to hang out again on Friday when I work again.”

          “Oh, that’s nice,” Ashton doesn’t sound very happy anymore.

          “What’s wrong with you?” I look away from the window and gaze at him. The smile no longer on his face.

          “Nothing. I just remembered that I’ve got a shit to of stuff to do for the bank. I’m getting real close to taking it over.”

          “Oh, well, I have some homework. We can work together in the living room.”

          “Yeah, and we can make snacks and be all chummy for one night.”

          “Okay, why are you being a jackass. I mean, I call you jackass a lot, because it fits you more than anything else I could think of. But now I’m being serious. Why are you being a jackass?”

          “I’m not. I am happy you have met a guy who you might date for a few weeks and then he breaks your heart because he finds another girl that catches his eye. What dude just comes up to a pretty girl like you and wants to help with school work or just be friends? I’ll tell you. None.”

          “You’ve never met him. How would you even know?”

          “I’ve been around love, I know things.”

          “Would it make you feel better if I didn’t give him my number? Will you stop being a jackass?”

          “I’m just trying to protect you love.”

          “Just fuck off, Ashton. I don’t need help or protecting. I’m a grown woman at college. You can stop trying to be my father!”

          “Love, please. Don’t yell.”

          “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want! I’ll give Harold my number if I want!”

          “Don’t. Don’t give him your number.”

          “And why not!?”

          “Curly brown hair? Green eyes? Dimples like mine?”

          “How did you know?”

          “He’s like me, and over here because something is going wrong. He’ll be gone soon. End of the semester I’d guess.”

          “You’re going to kill him?”

          “No, he’ll be going back to take over the business in England.”

          Can I ever get away from the drug business? “So he was being a dick? Trying to get in my pants?”

          “Pretty much,” he shrugs.

          “You better be telling the truth.”

          “I’d never lie to you, love. I learned my lesson.”


Whelp, I would say that is their first big fight. Also, what do you think of Harold? :D

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