Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

In love with a rebel (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(FINISHED) Young and pregnant, Rylie Hartford is still head over heels in love with her verbally abusive ex boyfriend, but soon learns to hate him after she finds herself in love with a guy who is dangerous. View table of contents...


1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Submitted:Feb 7, 2013    Reads: 787    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

Chapter 5: The morning after nothing happened

My eyes flashed open and the side of my head hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut as the sun shined down on me.

I opened my eyes and looked around in my surroundings.

I was in a car.

I was in the backseat.

And next to me, laying against the other window was Damon. He was sleeping peacefully, arms folded, my leg over his and he didn't move it. Then again, he wasn't woke to do it.

I sat up all the way and stared at him. He looked sexy when he slept. His dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. His lips curvy and soft-looking.

And then I'm reminded of the kiss from last night and my fingers touch my lips and I shut my eyes.

"What are you doing?"

I opened my eyes at once and looked at Damon. His eyes were opened and his eyebrow was raised.

I took my fingers away from my lips and swallowed.

He sat up all the way and unfolded his arms.

"Nothing just…nothing." I answered.

He stared at me thoughtfully. I took note in the fact that he still hasn't moved my leg. "Guess we both fell asleep." He said.

"What time is it?" I asked.

Damon dug in his pocket and took out his phone and pressed a button. "Almost a quarter to eight." He answered.

My jaw dropped. "We're going to be late for school!" I exclaimed. I'm not normally late and I hate being late.

Damon smiled at me and bust out laughing.

"What's funny?"

He shook his head. "You're worried about being late for school."

"Uh yeah, I'm never late."

"What will one missed hour do?"

"Dumb down my education so take me home." I demanded.

He shrugged. "If you say so, boss." He smirked and opened the door, got out and then shut it.

I crawled up into the front seat.

I'm so glad I didn't stay at that party. PARTY!! Melanie!!! Fuck.

I didn't even bring my phone with me.

Damon got into the driver's side and looked at me. "What?"

"I have to call Melanie to see if she's okay. I left her at the party alone."

Damon handed me his phone and I dialed her number.

When she picked up the phone, she sounded groggily. "Who is this?" She asked sleepily.

"Rylie. Where are you?"

"I'm at fucking Dylan's house. I was tryin to get the stupid bastard to take me home because I was wasted but he refused. Anyway, where are you?"

"On my way home."

"From where?" She sounded more interested now.

"The lake."

"The lake? Who were you there with?"

I looked over at Damon who was looking out onto the road without interest.

"A friend." I answered.

Melanie gasped. "DAMON?!!"

I sighed. "I'll talk to you about it later. Bye."

"Wai-" I hung up the phone and gave it back to Damon. He took it and put it in his pocket.

"So I'm your friend." He said.

"So you are." I said.

"Where do you live?"

"I live on Howard street. The last house on the right."

"A few streets down from mine." He said nodding and then smirked.

I nodded.

We were quiet for a moment.

After a few minutes of silence, Damon sighed. "I'm taking you to school." he said.

I looked over at him. Was he serious?

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"Telling you."

"Well I refuse to let you. Why do you want to take me anyway?"

"I don't know…alright? I just do. I want to take you to school so I'm going to drop you off at your house, you do what you need to do and I'll take you." He said, not looking at me for even a second.

A smile appeared on my face. He wanted to take me to school. Maybe because he liked spending time with me?

When he pulled up in front of my house, I looked at him. "I'll be just twenty minutes." I said.

He nodded. "Take your time."

I got out of the car and hurried up to the door and dug my keys out of my jacket and opened my door.

Ryan was laying on the couch and he sat up. "Where the hell have you been, Rylie?"

"Can I explain when I get home? I'm about to be late for school." I said.

Ryan said nothing as I hurried upstairs and into my room. I quickly showered, put on a pair of skinny jeans, my red and white chucks. A red shirt and my jean jacket and pulled my hair into a high ponytail.

I grabbed my black bag from beside my bed and hurried downstairs.

Ryan watched me as I ran out and hurried to Damon's car.

I hurried up and got in and exhaled.

"Ready?" He asked looking amused. I nodded and sat back and relaxed.

Damon rolled the window down and let the top down on the mustang.

I looked at him and he just nodded and reached over the glove compartment and grabbed a set of glasses and put them on.

He looked nice in them.

I looked down to see another pair of glasses and he looked at me.

I grabbed the glasses without taking my eyes off of him and I put them on. And let my red hair blow everywhere through the wind.

Damon smirked and turned on the CD player and turned up my favorite song. 'The Dope show' by Marilyn Manson. Now this was better than all the other songs and it matched the mood.

Damon sped down the streets, not caring, going over a hundred while the song made our ears about bleed. It was an amazing, exhilarating moment and I felt nothing right now. No fear, no guilt, just…happiness as I sang along to the song.

I bobbed my head to the guitar solo and Damon just smiled at me and shook his head.

I smiled, giggling with joy. This was fun. His driving was dangerous as hell but boy did it give me a rush.

A moment where I didn't think about my problems. I just thought about this moment. Living in this moment with Damon.

A hill was coming up and I looked at him, he looked completely impassive with his glasses on. He stared out the windshield and pressed down on the gas speeding up just as the solo got loud. The car barely jumped and plopped back down onto the street making me laugh although my heart was beating fast.

Damon chuckled and slowed down as the school was coming up.

I bit my lip and leaned back against the headrest and shut my eyes.

Damon pulled up to the school and stopped the car.

I took his extra pair of sunglasses off and placed them back into the glove compartment.

"Still hate my driving?" He asked.

I nodded. "But not so much." I answered.

He smiled. "Glad to hear it. I'll pick you up at two and take you home?" He asked.

I nodded. "Okay."

He rested back at his seat and I got out of the car. Then looked at him. Hold on. "Wait, you're skipping today?"

He nodded. "I'm not up for it much, today, but I'll see you later."

I hesitated. But then I nodded.

I shut the door and then turned to walk into the hell otherwise known as my school.


| Email this story Email this Novel | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.