This is so unattractive

I open my eyes to see we're at a red light. Wait. What? How did i get in a car?

I look to my left out of the window beside me. Okay, definitely in a car. The faint sound of the radio brings my attention to the dashboard.

This car isn't familiar. I thought this was Chuck's car. Have i been kidnapped?

I turn to the person in the drivers seat. They're wearing a black hoodie with the hood up. Yeah, i've definetely been kidnapped.

I'm about to search for my phone or like, scream or something when i recognise the familiar messy brown hair visible from the front of the hood.

"Lane?" I try to speak but it comes out as more of a whisper. My throat is so dry it hurts.

Lane turns to look at me. I smile, i missed his face. But then my smile falls. He's... angry?

He turns back to the road and only then do i notice he's griping the wheel so hard, his knuckles are turning white. Not only are they white, they're... blood stained?

"When did you get back?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes. This feels like a fever dream.

"Yesterday evening." He simply replies.

"Yesterday?" I frown.

"It's four in the morning Jules." He states. What? How long have i been out?

"I can't believe you went with him." Lane spits. I can see his jaw clenching from the side.

"What?" Is all i can manage.

"I told you to stay away from that prick and what do you do? Go to a fucking party with him the moment i leave school." He goes on.

"I- he seemed nice so-" I fumble.

"He's not fucking nice Jules! I made it clear he's not nice!" Lane slams his hand on the wheel as he raises his voice, making me jump.

He looks at me, noticing and his eyes soften. "Sorry Carter."

I turn to face the road. I haven't cried since i was fifteen, but right now i feel like bursting in to tears.

"How did you know where i was?" I whisper, my voice breaking.

"Em told me when i got back to my dorm." He says, looking at me again briefly.

"And why am i here?" I close my eyes.

"He was gonna do something to you." Lane sighs.

"What? No i didn't feel good so he... he took me to lay down." I shake my head.

"Why wouldn't he just take you home if you felt bad, Carter?" He looks at me again.

I shake my head. No. The vodka was bad. He was trying to help

"He must've drugged you, Jules. He was going to hurt you." Lane says slowly and quietly.

I squeeze my eyes shut. My breathing becoming strained as i gasp for air.

"Lane stop the car." I put a hand on his shoulder and he looks at me.

"Lane, i'm going to throw up. Stop the car." I repeat.

He makes a U turn and parks on a street that i'm unfamiliar with. Well in all honestly that's every street in this city.

I open the door and throw myself out, falling to my knees as i wretch.

I hear Lane open his door and jog around to me. He pulls my hair back in one hand and rubs my back with the other.

"This is so unattractive." I grimace as i wipe my mouth with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

Lane laughs. "Come on, we're not far out. Lets get you home." He helps me up off the ground and puts me back in my seat, fastening the seat belt around me.

I loll my head back on to the seat and let my eyes close again as Lane gets back in the drivers seat.

Ugh, if i could take this whole day back, i most definetely would.

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I open my eyes what feels like minutes later, only to see my cow pen that is still taped on the ceiling. That shit was stuck on really well.

I sit up abruptly, and instantly regret it. My head spins, a wet cloth falling on my lap; it must've been on my head.

"Sleeping beauty has finally woken."

Lane is sat on the floor, his back against my bed as he throws a tennis ball in the air and catches it repeatedly.

"What time is it?" I stretch.

"Three in the afternoon." He says, turning around to face me.

"Shit. Where's Em? How long have i been here? How long have you been here?" I pull the blanket off to reveal my bare legs. The only thing i'm wearing is a black hoodie and underwear.

"She's in my dorm, she stayed overnight with Ozz, and i've been here since i carried you in." Lane stands up, stretching too.

I pull at the hoodie, a questioning look and Lane smirks.

"Em changed you into it when she came to let me in. I waited outside, i promise." He raises his hands in defense.

"Okay." I jump down off the bed and pull the hood over my head.

Lane walks over to the door and begins to reach for the handle, but i crawl to the end of my bed and grab his hand, looking up at him.

"Thank you, Evans." I whisper.

He smiles at me, but his smile falls not long after.

"If he ever speaks to you again, tell me Carter. I'll kill him." He says in a serious tone.

"I'll stay away from him, i promise." I look down at my feet.

"Good." Lane breathes.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, cupping my face with his hand. He knows i love when he does that.

He leans down and plants a delicate kiss on my forehead, before pulling the door open and walking out.

I sigh and flop back on to my bed.

Fuck.

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