6. Living for a Day

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I was hugging something warm. I felt a heartbeat, going faster and faster. I heard birds singing. I opened my eyes and I saw a pair of grey eyes staring at me. He smiled and I closed my eyes again. Hugging him even tighter. I was about to fall asleep when I realized who I was hugging.

Clark Hamilton.

I opened them again and he was still staring, his smile replaced with a smirk. I pushed him against the wall and I fell on the floor. Again.

"I need to stop waking up like this." I said. "My head can't take it anymore."

"You OK?" Clark asked. Messy hair, nice.

"Well, I fell on the floor, hit my head pretty hard, and I slept with you." I said, a little annoyed.

"Nothing happened, Milday, your safe." He said while sitting up and giving me a hand, I took it and sat up.

I stared at him, "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" I asked.

"Well, a certain someone kept on hugging me and I started to get hot, so I had no choice but to surrender my shirt." He explained with a mocking tone.

"Never, and I mean Never, take your shirt off without me knowing. That's just gross." I said and placed my hands to my face, but the truth is, my heart was beating so fast and I probably looked like a tomato.

"Alright, alright. C'mon, let's go get something to eat. You haven't eaten for three days. That's just ridiculous." He said then I heard him stood up. "Oh yeah, you missed school too so you have a lot of homework." He said. I groaned. I hate homework. I may be home schooled, but that doesn't mean I don't get homework.

"I'm just gonna take a shower." I said and stood up, I took my phone and spun around to face Clark. "Jesus fucking Christ." I blurted.

"What?" He asked and smirked.

"Can you just... Put a fucking shirt on! God." I said and walked out.

"I know you like me!" He shouted from the room.

"Keep dreaming!" I shouted back.

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After I took a shower I forgot that I didn't bring a towel with me. You are a fucking genius Sylver. A genius! I looked around if I could use something as a towel. Nothing. No choice.

"Clark!!" I shouted. No response. "CLARK!!!" I shouted louder.

"What!?" I heard faintly.

"Get me a towel upstairs!" I shouted.

I heard him go up and down the stairs then he knocked at the door.

"No no no!! Don't come in!" I exclaimed.

"What?" He said then opened the door. His eyes widened. "Whoa." He said and smiled.

I sat down and screamed. As I said, the divider is made of glass, See through glass. He probably saw everything.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!" He said then left the towel at the sink.

"GET OUT!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was so embarrassed.

I stood up and walked towards the sink. I took the towel and dried myself. Just, stay calm. I wrapped it around my body and took a deep breath in. I opened the door and went out.

"You done Milday?" Clark asked.

Why would he ask that? That little perv. I walked past the kitchen and saw him looking at the roses. "I swear to god." I whispered.

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