Hayley's POV

One look at the time, made me panic. I only had half an hour to get to my apartment, get ready and then go to work. It was a twenty minute drive to my house and another half an hour just to get to work. Basically, I was screwed.

"I have to go!" I yelled while frantically running up to Christofers bedroom to get my purse.

"Why?" He called up the stairs.

"I'm going to be late to work!" I yelled back. I came running down stairs with my purse constantly slipping off my shoulder, and holding my shoes. I struggled to keep my balance as I slipped on both my shoes. Just as I was about to bolt out the door, Christofer grabbed my wrist gently.

"There's just one problem," He pointed out.

"What?!" I said while some what jumping in place, ready to sprint out the door at any moment. The last thing I wanted to do was get myself fired by being late AGAIN.

"I drove you here!"

"The hurry and get the keys! I can't be late!" I slipped my wrist out of his light grip and ran up to the passenger side of his car. Luckily the door was unlocked, I jumped in and put on my seat belt as fast as possible. I could see Christofer, taking his time to get the keys and come out the door. I tapped my fingers, feeling impatient.

"Come on slow poke!" He broke out into a slow jog, which was still better than his leisure walk. Without bothering to put his seat belt on, he started the car and pulled out of the driveway. I felt anxious the whole drive, afraid that I would loose my job. I had already gotten so many warnings from my boss already, I had the idea that he was just dying to fire me. I could tell that Christofer was nervous about something, he started to open his mouth a couple times as if he wanted to say something. Finally he got the nerve to say whatever was on his mind.

"I think we should go to the police about Mark."

"I couldn't agree more..." I said honestly.

"I have some evidence to prove what he did, like a written threat and pictures the bruises from when he hit me," Wait..What? He never told me about this!

"When did he hit you? And what threat?" I asked, rather worried.

"He just punched me when I was buying coffee, I didn't even know who he was at the time. When I got home that day, I found a note taped to my door saying that he would hurt me if I ever came near you again." So apparently Mark is also a stalker.

"He knows where you live?!" I asked, somewhat yelling, Christofer nodded yes in reply. "Great! Now I'm afraid to go home AND to your house."

"I promise, I will keep you safe." I know that he had good intentions, but how was he suppose to keep me safe from Mark? Mark his strong, tall, determined and out raged, there is no way that Christofer could beat him in a physical fight.

"Ok, Let's go to the police station as soon as I get off work," The conversation ended just as we pulled up the my apartment. I opened the car door and right before getting out, gave Christofer a peck on the lips. Just as I was about to close the car door, I decided that it just wasnt enough for me. I threw myself back into his car, and grabbed the back of his head with both my hands. I gave him a deeper kiss, which he gladly accepted and I felt his soft hands on my waist. I pulled away, only keeping our a millimeter apart. I savored the moment, enjoying his hot breath on my lips. Giving him one last peck on the lips, I pulled away.

"So, I will see you later then," He replied with a smile, as I shut the door and ran off to my apartment.