《Forced To Buy A Vampire Slave》Forced To Buy A Vampire Slave -Chapter 21-
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Chapter 21
I was stunned.
Did Corey just say he loved me?
"W-what?" I asked.
"I love you." He said, looking at me nervously.
"Wow...this is really surprising and really random...oh and I love you too."
He laughed and kissed me lightly on the lips.
I smiled.
*The next morning*
I woke up to my alarm blaring at full volume; I tried to find the button to turn it off.
Corey reached over and smashed it with his hand, making the annoying sound suddenly stop.
He sighed. "That is how you turn an alarm off." He stated, looking at me.
"Well if I could have done that without hurting myself I would have." I replied.
He smiled.
"So...can we skip school?" He asked.
"How do you expect me to get an education?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes. "You're already smart enough."
"Well maybe I would like to be smarter."
"Why?"
"It's not like you pay attention in class anyways. What do you even do the whole time?" I said ignoring his question.
"Think." He said.
"About what?"
"You."
I blushed.
He smiled. "I love you."
"And that's why you're going to go to school with me." I said.
"Ugh, fine. If you're going to force me."
"Don't be so dramatic. You know you're really immature for your age."
"Isn't that why you love me?"
"One of the many reasons." I replied.
He smiled.
I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
"You should wear your transformers shirt to school." Corey said.
I laughed. "I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"I'll wear my batman shirt though." I said.
"You have a batman shirt?" He asked.
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"Yeah,"
"Will you wear it?"
"Sure."
I walked into the Bathroom and took a shower.
After I took a shower I went to my closet and dress in black jeans and my dark blue batman shirt.
I slipped on a pair of black sneakers and walked out of the closet.
Corey looked at me and smiled. "I think I like this one even more than the transformers one."
I breathed a laugh.
Corey walked to the bathroom and a few moments later I heard the shower turn on.
I sat down on the bed and sighed.
I smiled to myself.
I'm so lucky I have Corey, what would I do without him?
I can't even imagine my life without him.
I got off the bed and sprinted downstairs to the kitchen where I fixed myself a glass of orange juice not feeling like fooling with breakfast.
Drake walked into the kitchen; "Oh good, I caught you before you left for school. Your car is fixed." He said tossing me the keys.
I tried to catch them but failed miserably.
"Nice," Drake said.
I smiled sheepishly and picked up the keys from the floor.
"So where's Corey?" He asked.
"Shower," I answered.
He nodded.
"You must be feeling better." He mused.
"Yeah, I feel fine."
"Well that's good. So...how are you Corey doing?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He shrugged. "You told me about the little fight you two had in the car, I was just wondering if you got tings resolved."
I smiled. "Yeah, we did."
He raised his eyebrows at my tone.
Corey walked into the kitchen, "You ready?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said twirling the car keys on my finger.
I followed Corey out with one last glance towards Drake, we walked outside and I saw my car parked next to the house.
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I smiled and ran up to it, wrapping my arms around the glossy car.
"Ah I missed you!" I said.
"I missed it just as much." I heard Corey say.
I let go of the car and looked at him. "I'm driving." I stated.
"Oh no, no, no I'm driving." He protested.
"No. I am."
"I don't think so."
"Well I do." I said holding up the keys.
"You can drive it tomorrow." He said.
"No, you can drive it tomorrow."
We stared at each other for a minute until Corey sighed, "Fine, you win."
I smiled triumphantly and started walking to the driver's side.
"Wait."
I stopped and turned around to face him. "What?" I asked.
"Can I have a kiss?" He asked.
I smiled and walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.
He wrapped his arms around my waist.
After a minute I heard someone clear their throat, we pulled away and I saw my dad standing behind us with a displeased look on his face.
"Arabelle, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yeah,"
He started walking back to the house expecting me to follow.
I bit my lip nervously and followed him, glancing back at Corey who looked slightly worried.
I followed my dad into his office and sat down in a chair.
I took a deep breath.
I hope he isn't mad.
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