Trapped

Trapped Part 4

Hey guys! If you've stuck with me this far, I just want to give you a HUGE thank you, your support means a lot! This has been a super fun and busy week, and frankly it was one of the best weeks I have ever have! The past two weeks have been the bomb diggity (a catch phrase that has been going around my school)

Anyways, this is dedicated to AndCeleste10, who is one of my faithful readers, thank you so much for your support, it means a lot!

I hope you like it! Show your support by commenting, fanning and voting! This chapter is longer than usual, and there is not much left of my story, two or three parts left max. It's sadly coming to an end. But don't worry, I have another story planned :) The format is going to be like this one, where it is a short story and cut into parts, but then I have a novel planned too! (Don't worry Ayse, it's not Chasing Pavements, that one isn't for Wattpad)

Anyways, enjoy!

-Kira

I let go of the door and he pushes it open, stepping into the light from the bathroom. I stand there in absolute shock, thinking that after the eighth grade I would never see his face again, but yet here he was, standing here in front of me. Half of me was pondering whether this was fate or some sort of sign, and the other half was going in override wondering how I looked and then arguing that I shouldn’t have cared, while some small part of me was secretly drooling over Reese.

                He stood tall, not as tall as Dylan, who was a giant, but still way taller than me. His tan face blended perfectly with his chocolate brown eyes and hair that had some natural blond highlights added to it from all those years spent out in the sun. You could tell he was in shape even though he wasn’t wearing a shirt to show it off, and I couldn’t help but stare at the boy who I had a crush on for a large chunk of my past.

                Memories come flooding back, as I remember being seated next to him every single year in elementary school, working on projects together, playing at the park together, arguing and bickering over the most pointless things. The memories bring a small smile to my lips, but then I remember middle school, where I started to develop feelings for him, and when he began to become more and more distant. He changed into someone who wasn’t him, someone who was a confident, arrogant jerk, but even more handsome than before, as if he made a deal with the devil; good looks for a terrible personality. The smile instantly fades from my lips, and I stare up at the boy who I used to be so infatuated with, wondering whether he was still a jerk, or the boy I fell in love with.

                He laughs at the silence between us and runs a hand nervously through his hair, just like he used to all those years ago. Maybe he wasn’t different, besides the fact he became insanely attractive.

                “I can’t believe this,” I say, still staring.

                “You think you’re in shock? Put yourself in my shoes, seeing the goody-two shoes girl you grew up with-tough, feisty and quite the sore loser goody two shoes, but goody-two shoes nonetheless, at an insane college party. Seriously Amy, what on earth are you doing here?” he asks. My heart sank a bit at him calling me a goody-two shoes. I mean, I knew I was one, but part of me was hoping I was something a bit more to him.

                In response to his question, I step aside and reveal Ari, who shakily tries to stand, leaning against the wall warily.

                “Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeese, is dat you?” she calls, barely comprehendable. I stand there, wondering how on earth my sister knows his name, besides her constantly teasing me calling him my boyfriend, but that was from so long ago and Ari has a terrible memory.