Stockholm Syndrome [h.s]

Chapter 2

"HE DOESN'T FUCKING LOVE YOU!!" I shouted while throwing a kit Kat bar at the television. My friends sat next to me cheering. They were throwing me a break up party to celebrate being single again. We had piña coladas, oreos, kit kits, chips, but we were missing pizza. Extra large plain pizza to be exact that was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago. In the distance a faint ding dong could be heard.
"That's probably the pizza. Or a murderer" my best friend Abby remarked. Emma and Charlotte looked at each other in a way that said 'damn she's crazy' while I blankly stared at her.
"Uhhh Abby I don't think a murderer would ring the doorbell..." I remarked.
I burst out laughing immediately followed by Emma and Charlotte while Abby sat there mumbling something about how 'it could happen' and 'you never know'. The doorbell rang again.
"Hey did you wanna go get that? Money's on the table by the door!" Emma shouted looking at me and not giving me much of an option. I groaned and elevated myself off the couch while mumbling how 'it's my party' and 'I shouldn't be the one to do this'. I turned around to look at Emma while she just smirked at me and ushered me to the door. I shot her a death glare. Slowly opening the door in case it actually was a murderer, I peeked through the peep hole clutching a 20 tightly in my hand. Oh my god. it was definitely not a murderer. This guy was way too fucking hot to be a murderer. He had chocolate brown curls and piercing green eyes and pale skin and holy hot damn I want him. I totally forgot about the douche bag that recently cheated on me. Aaron who? I'm all about the new hot delivery guy that I don't yet know the name of, but when I'm done I'll know a hell of a lot more then just his name.
"16.78..." he said as if it were the second time he did. HOLY HOT DAMN HE HAS A BRITISH ACCENT! I looked up to look at his emerald eyes that were immediately locked with mine. A small smirk began slowing appearing on his lips. I handed him the 20 looking a deer in headlights. I didn't try to speak because I knew I would mess up if I did. Before fishing around in his bag for change, he handed me the pizza. The bottom started becoming extremely hot to touch but I was not about to put it down and have the cute boy leave.
"Here's- um- your- um- money," and as he put his hand out to gift me the change, my hand grazed his. It felt like electricity was surging through everyone of my veins. In that moment I was invincible. If the room was burning, I probably wouldn't notice. {[ ;) ]}
"Uhh thanks," I began with a burning sensation on my cheeks. Wow, that was so attractive. NOT
"No problem," and the stupid smirk returned to his face.

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Don't know how I feel about this. I think it sucks. Sorry it's so short I'll update better next time I swear.
-mexy