while to remember why it’s going off this early on a Sunday morning. I get up and walk over to my balcony to stand out there for a few minutes. It’s been part of my new routine since I moved here. First thing, no matter the weather I love the smell of the forest and I like to look at the mountains too. They seem to refresh my mind from whatever dream I’ve had the previous night. Thinking of dreams I look around for the wolf. Of course it’s not here now. I wonder if it actually ever were here or if I just imagined it.

I settle on new black skinny jeans, a white fitted vest top and a loose longer length grey and black checked shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to just below my elbows. I leave my hair down but decide to blow dry and straighten it today. Even with its length it doesn’t take that long to straighten. I put on a little make up and some clear gloss on my lips making them look really plump.

I go down stairs passing Aunt Sara’s room and I can hear her snoring slightly. She must have gotten in really late. I’ll leave her a note to let her know where I am. I don’t want to wake her but I don’t want to worry her either.

I put on my new warm coat, I love it. It’s a light green Parker. With a huge hood that I can pull up to hold out all the cold. I grab my bag and book and decide that I’ll wait out on the front porch. After about ten minutes I hear Logan’s truck driving up the driveway. So I put my book in my bag and walk down the steps to meet him.

He gets out when he stops the car and walks over to me. He has snug fitted dark jeans on, a light grey tight tee and a black leather jacket over the top. He looks...... I can’t even describe how  good he looks. The word God like is coming back to me again.

“Good morning Alexia.” He says with a big smile.

“You shouldn’t have waited outside for me. It’s cold.”

“No I’m good. I wanted to test out the new coat.” I pull my hood up to show it off.

“See, nice and toasty.” I smile back at him.

“It’s nice. I like it better than the last one. Shall we go?” Last one?? Oh I think he means Chris’ and now I know he doesn’t like him, his comment back at Joe’s makes sense. Well... A little anyway.

We get in the car and he starts driving back down the driveway.

“So what’s the plan for today. Where are we going to go?” I ask as I turn to face him. I thought I would be more nervous around him, but I think being with him for a few hours yesterday has set me more at ease with him. I’m not as comfortable with him as I am with Chris but that’s because Chris doesn’t send my stomach into flips like Logan does.

“Well I thought we would just drive. I’ve filled up the tank, and we can just see where the road takes us.” He quickly glances in my direction, I think to gauge my reaction to his idea. I nod my head and smile.

“Ok but how will we decide which way to go at at cross roads?” I ask him.

“We can take it in turns. Or just work out a pattern. Left, right, straight on. Left, right, straight on.” He looks at me again and passes me his iPhone.

“You wanna choose something to listen to?” I take his phone from him and start scrolling through his playlists.

“Well do you have a good sense of direction? I’m pretty sure my aunt will be expecting me back at some point today. We aren’t going to end up in Canada or get lost are we?” I start to laugh lightly at the last bit and he laughs easily along with me.

“Well getting lost could be fun. But we have a sat nav if we get really lost. So are we taking it in turns or using a pattern? There’s a junction coming up.” He smiles and points ahead of us.

“Umm pattern, so turn left at this one. Did you mention yesterday that we were getting breakfast, because I haven’t had any coffee this morning and if you’re hoping on lots of conversation then I’m going to need caffeine.” I say while trying to hide a yawn. He indicates left at the junction, then looks at me concerned.

“You didn’t sleep well lat night.” I think he means it as question, but he says it like a statement. That he already knows I hadn’t slept soundly. I debate telling him the truth. That every couple of nights I dream of my parents dying. That I see their burning bodies. But I don’t think I’m willing to share that information with him. Or anyone. I don’t want it to change the way he thinks about me. Not that I even know how he does think about me. Or to be honest what I think about him.

“It's just dreams.” is all I answer with, and press play on a random playlist.

◆◆◆

We carried on driving, just talking about random things. What we liked about school, what we didn’t like. He told me which teachers were easy and which ones I had to watch out for that I hadnt yet encountered. It turns out he’s not your typical jock. He is actually also a straight A student. I’m not sure why but I didn’t expect him to be.

We saw a sign for a cafe and pulled off the road so we could

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