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Crushed

Chapter 4

Liv's pov

I wake up to the sound of the door unlocking and footsteps that stop right in front of me.

The new boy, Harry.
"What are you doing in my room?" He asks.

I stand up, off his bed. The copy of Pride and Prejudice fell of my lap.
"I was just...just waiting for my friend, Minnie, to leave...she is drunk and wanted to stay, and I was-I mean, I was going to stay here until she wanted to leave." I grab my jacket and slide it on, "Sorry...I didn't mean to, I just-"
"The house is empty, your friend is probably gone too." He kicks off his shoes and shirt. "It's three in the morning, go home." He mumbles, raking his fingers through his hair and sliding into thee bed sheets.
"Right..." I turn around and take hold of the door handle, when I realize my phone is gone. "Shit..."

I walk back over to Harry's bed, he is asleep...

I look around him for my phone, nothing.
"Harry.." I whisper, "Excuse me.."
He moans deeply, and turns around. My phone showing to be right under him.

"You have got to be kidding me.." I say to myself and slowly reach for my phone.
I grab it in one swift move and race out the door.

On the front lawn there are beer cans and passed out teens.

Start walking on my way home, frantically searching every corner for some kind of predator.

And I guess my instincts were right.
I am grabbed the waist and pushed against a metal fence.

I wince and look at the man.
He has light grey eyes, that are emphasized by the moonlight, slick, black hair that sticks up at least two inches high, and his breathe reeks of liquor and looks to be in his late twenties.

"What's a pretty girl like you doin' out here, all alone?" He hiccups, eyes dazed.
"I-I was-s just...I-I-"
A car stops in front of us and a boy my age steps out, brown hair and glasses.
"Get away from her, man!"
The drunk man holds onto my a chunk of my hair and spins to face the boy, pulling me with him.

I bite my cheek, suppressing the pain, my head already throbbing.

"What are you goin' to do about it? Huh?" The man takes a swing at the boy and misses.
"I really don't want to do this, okay?" the boy says.
The man swings again, this time the boy ducks and kicks the man in the stomach, knocking him to the ground and letting go of my hair.

The boy grabs my arm and looks at me, "Come on, before he gains conciseness."
I nod quickly and jump in his car just before as rain begins to pour furiously.

He looks to me, "I'm Andrew Stone." He extends his hand and I take it.
"Liv Johnson." I try to catch my breathe, "Thanks,"
"It was nothing" He starts the car, "So...Where to?"
"Dow to road, a block. The big white house." I point and he starts to drive.
I watch the rain droplets slide as I lean back and look to Andrew.

His eyes shift from me to the road, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah..yeah...just, um..." I rack my brain for something, anything, to say, "That was amazing. What you did back there."
He shrugs and smiles, "I grew up with two brothers, fighting is kind of necessary." He looks at me as we come to a stop sign, "Where do you go to school? You look familiar."
"Cheshire High."
He smiles, it's actually really cute when he smiles, his eyes light up, "Me too. I think you're in my literature class. And I saw you in lunch."
"Oh yeah! You sit in the front of the class."

We talk about school the rest of the class until we stop at my house.

So I met two people today. A extremely rude one, and an extremely amazing one.

"Thanks, again, you're really nice. I'll see you at school, then?" I say, stepping into the rain.
"Yeah, oh and if you need anything else..." he writes on a piece of paper, "here's my number."
I take it from him and walk to my front door, shouting once more, "Thank you!"

I rush up to my room, quietly, hoping not to wake my mom and close my bedroom door. I strip off my wet clothes and into a tank top and pajama shorts.

I nuzzle into my bed and drift off, thinking of two things.

What is up with that new kid, Harry?

And

How did I never notice Andrew before?