My alarm clock shrieks through this enormous room. I hit the clock to shut it up with my eyes still closed. I heard Mrs Emerson call Ivory to brush her teeth and Jocelyn yelling for Ivory to finish up in the bathroom.I let out a sigh before I dragged myself out of bed before Mrs Emerson decides to look up on me. I changed into school clothes, which looks hideous on me. “Your dress is too tight Emily.” I can already hear the English teacher when I enter her classroom. So Mrs Emerson bought new school clothes for the last semester. Just four months Emily, four months. I said out loud, looking into the mirror. Everyone was waiting in the kitchen by the time

I woke up with a massive headache and in an unknown apartment. Not that it bothers me. I’m used to waking up in different beds every now and again.  “Morning,” Aiden greets walking in with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I tried to remember last night, but it’s a complete blank.  “Did you sleep okay?” I nodded, climbing out of bed.  “Clearly you 're not a morning person,” he said in a playful tone, but me, being me, takes it as offences  “I’m not a person at all, so stop the small talk and take me home.”  “Listen, Emily, whatever shit life you had before, fucking deal with it, you’re not lost and you still have people who care about you,” he declared openly with an annoying attitude.  “Care a

“Emily?” Aiden calls as he opens the door for me to get out. I completely shut down and didn't realize him climbing out of the car.He held out his hand for me to get out, but I rejected it and climbed out by myself.“I will order food,” he said when we entered the apartment. It looks different from what it looked yesterday.There is a lot more furniture and the walls are painted a cream colour, and the kitchen cabinets replaced and cherry red. Yesterday it looks like the apartment was falling apart.It actually looks nice, too classy for me. A completely fucking rich man's apartment.I moved towards the couch and grab my phone from my bag.I ignored Aiden for at least an hour while scrolling through my phone. I had a few messages from Joe who went on and on about how Aiden picked me up yesterday, and she can’t believe that the richest young man in town pulled me out of the docks.S

Aiden gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. The road stretched out before him, disappearing into the distance, but his mind was consumed by the argument that had just erupted between us. “I will drop you off at my parent’s house,” he announced, his voice filled with frustration. I stared out the window, my gaze fixed on the passing scenery. The words hung heavily in the air, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. My heart sank as I realized where this was heading. “No, then you can drop me off at the docks,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “At least no one will judge me.” Aiden suddenly turned his face to look at me, his eyes burning with anger. The intensity of his gaze made me flinch, but I refused to back down. “Are you fucking serious now?” he exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. “I didn’t judge you. I’ve told you how many times that you are the only one that judges your own actions. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and fucking act like an a