"Did you just call me Angel?" I asked.

"If I did?"

"I don't like it." I said.

He grinned, "It stays, Angel."

"You're a psychopath."

"I prefer creative." he smirked.

I sighed deeply and weighed out my options. I could either A. get in the car with a psyco- creative person or B. I could walk and be late. How tempting.

"Fine. Drive me to school."

He grinned, "Hop in."

I pulled open the car door and stepped inside. He could be a rapist...

Oh well.

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I made it into chem lab in time, barely making it before the bell. I sat down at my usual seat beside Kaitlyn and poked her.

"Guess who drove me to school?" I whispered.

"Who?"

"He has tattoo's and he claimed me yesterday."

"No way!" she shouted.

The teacher looked at us and Kaitlyn gave an innocent smile.

"Alrighty then. Well sorry to interrupt your conversation Miss Tinsley, but I'm actually going to make a quick announcement. Now, I would advise you not to get used to your normal seats. We're changing them today."

A groan of protest erupted behind us.

"Now, now. It's so we can mingle around a bit. Okay so... Harry you sit with Tinsley, Kaitlyn move to the back with Anthony, and Kenna you trade with Lauren. How's that?" she asked.

My jaw dropped. No. This isn't happening.

Harry smirked and sat down beside me, his cologne filling my nose. He smelled amazing. I couldn't help myself but to take an extra sniff to soak it in.

"Smelling me, Angel?" he asked, a smile playing at his lips.

"Uhm. No. I was just-"

"It's okay. You smell good too." He replied.

"It's called a shower," I said looking straight ahead.

When he didn't answer I turned to him, "Soap. Hot water. Shampoo."

"Naked. I know the drill," he said.

God, save me.

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