"Where the hell have you been Anne Elizabeth Wood?!?" Screamed my mother.

"Well, hello to you too." I said.

"This is not funny! You cannot run out of the house and drive away! That's not a way to deal with your problems! Something could've happened to you and I wouldn't have known where you were!" She yelled furiously.

"I'm fine. I'm here aren't I? I'm unharmed."

"I don't know what to do with you anymore. Your behavior has been totally uncalled for and we can't help you."

Thats when it clicked. I had enough of this shit.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now! My behavior? My behavior is so uncalled for because of you! You have made my life a living hell and made sure it goes your way!"

"Watch your language, Anne. You're walking on thin ice." She said sternly.

"Bitch. Shit. Fuck."

"That is it! I've had enough! Go to your room and give me your keys NOW!"

"No. Absolutely not." And I left if at that and walked to my room. I closed and locked my door and went to bed.

I woke up around 7. Mom was still asleep and dad had went to work. I'm glad he didn't jump into me and mom's conversation yesterday.

I get dressed and back out of our driveway. I brought my notebook this time. Yesterday I forgot it, sadly, and just drove around.

I drove into town and went to Starbucks. Mom wouldn't find me here and Starbucks is a relaxing place to write for me.

I decided on finishing one of my songs. I don't think I'm a very good writer, but it helps relax me.

My rang and interrupted my thoughts. I looked at the caller I.D. and it was mom. Ignore.

I realized I had been at Starbucks all day. I had written other lyrics for other songs, and I guess I got carried away.

I checked the time and it was 8:20. Maybe I should go to my classes I thought. And I decided to go.

As I was walking toward the "Hell" building, something hard hit me and I stumbled. I quickly caught myself.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should've been watching where I was going. Are you okay?" The stranger said quickly in a deep, familiar voice.

I looked up and was met with sky blue eyes. Peter.

"Oh. Um... Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks." I said nervously.

Why the hell was I so nervous?

And then something strange happened. Neither of us moved we just stared at each ofher, taking in each other's appearance.

I couldn't take my eyes off of his. There was something about them. You could just stare into them all day. They were so magical and had so many stories to tell.

"And I think we are late." He said deeply, taking me out of my thoughts when the bell rang.

I took out my phone and indeed, we were late. The whole experience with Peter took twenty minutes. Time flew by fast. It was 8:40.

We walked into the building together. I took the stairs again and he took the elevator. I wanted to be late. I hated my classes so much, but it was better than being at home with mom. I took the stairs and took my time. Long, slow steps. 37 steps to be exact.

As soon as I got to my first class, it was 8:50. 30 minutes of hell and I would be out.

The professor didn't seem to be fazed. I was usually always late. We have never agreed. It was simple: I didn't like the professor and she didn't like me either.

I could feel eyes on me. I looked around the classroom and saw it was Peter. That smirk planted on his face, slump shoulders, hands in pockets, and legs spread out.

Class ended once our eyes met. It was quite strange how we were brought back together. It seemed as if it was destiny, now that I think of it, but I never believed in destiny.

In my mind, at that time, I thought he was some teenage pervert looking for some girl to shag, but I didn't want to judge to quickly. I was always taught not to judge based on looks and for once, I finally listened.