15.
774 Words
Song-Boom Clap by Charlie XCX
Aiden.
I woke up early, had to. Today I was needed in the office, to sign the documents.
To take over the company.
I got out of bed and went in the bathroom to take a shower.
After doing the necessary, I headed to my closet to pick out a suit.
Getting dressed, I styled my hair and headed to Clarisse's room to wake her up.
I stepped into her room. The curtains were drawn, leaving the sunlight to flatter her face. Her beautiful face.
The same face that was sleeping contently was angry as hell, but most of that anger was hurt.
Hurt held in. I knew it all too well.
Who could hurt someone like her?
And just then, staring at her sleeping form, I realized something.
We both had scars. Scars that we never want to expose to the world.
Scars that I wanted to see, so they could heal.
But will you let her in?
I sighed and glanced at my watch. 8:00. The signing will take place at 10.
I shook her awake. "Clarisse."
"Hm?" she murmured sleepily.
Damn she sounds good.
"We got to go out."
"Can it wait? I'm eating ice cream."
"If you get up I'll by you ice-cream on the way."
Her eyes opened. "Good morning."
"Good morning." I said chuckling.
She got up, clutching her head. "I feel like shit."
"You had too much to drink last night."
Her eyes opened wide. "Did I say and or did anything stupid?"
I thought back on her outburst. Should I tell her?
Maybe not.
"No." I lied, "You didn't say anything stupid."
"Oh."
"Go get dressed. I'll wait for you downstairs."
She nodded and I went downstairs to wait on her.
Clara.
This boy keeps surprising me everyday.
He woke me up, promising me ice cream and who could say no to ice cream?
I got out of bed and headed into the shower.
The water was warm, fortunately. I stayed in there for like half an hour before stepping out.
After getting back to the bedroom, I threw on a green pants suit with black heels. I curled my hair, applying minimal make up.
Grabbing my phone and my purse, I headed downstairs.
Aiden was glancing at his watch. He looked exceptionally handsome today, with his signature suit and his hair styled back.
Only one word could describe him and his taunting green stare: perfection.
He took his eyes off the watch and stared at me. His green eyes spoke everything he thought and it shocked and scared me at the same time. I felt sweaty and I was getting goose bumps.
"You look beautiful."
I smiled shyly. "Shall we?"
We linked arms and headed to the car.
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We stopped at the ice cream parlour (mainly because I kept bugging him about the ice cream, otherwise he would've drove past it.). Priorities.
We entered and I could've died right then and there.
This was heaven. My heaven.
My Atlantis.
I pressed my hands against the glass case. There were so many flavours: dark chocolate, rum and raisin, cookies n' cream, chocolate, grape, cookie dough,cappuccino, pistachio, lemon and so many more.
I wanted them all.
"See a flavour you like?"
I gasped, putting my hand to my heart. "Don't reject the ice cream!"
"But I asked you to select one you liked!"
"There you go again. You don't use the word 'like' when referring to ice cream. Now rectify that sentence."
He grumbled. "Fine select a flavour you love."
I smiled. "Much better. But I love them all."
He groaned.
An old couple began smiling at us.
"Young love." said the man.
"Mhmm." said the woman.
Aiden rubbed his neck awkwardly while I laughed.
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After much debate, I selected the grasshopper flavour and we drove off to Azure Enterprises.
I licked my waffle cone in content.
"Is anybody gonna be racist?" I asked when we got there.
"No."
"If they do?"
"Then you do as you please."
"Really?"
He looked into my eyes. "I mean it."
"Yay!" I cheered.
He laughed.
We got out of the car and headed inside.
I felt different, bubbly. My heart was beating a million times per second. Maybe it was all that sugar.
Funny how one night could change me.
Any ordinary person would've flipped the hell out.
But I'm no ordinary person.
And an ordinary person never met Aiden Martin.
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*flies jet*
*drops chapter bomb*
BOOOOOM!
Triple update!
And just before Cinderella hour!
Don't you love me?
No? Okay, as long as you love yourself.
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Love ya!
Tata!
-sAfIsHa
- Writer
