It's half past six and Zane still isn't home...
Home, it really does sounds weird, but I kinda like it. I am sitting on the couch and I suddenly feel so tired that I can fall asleep right here, right now.
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I feel warm arms picking me up. I start to wake up and stir in the arms that are holding me.
"Sshh Love. It's just me." Zane says.
I feel him walking up the stairs and suddenly a cold breeze hits my skin. My body shivers and I hold onto Zane's shirt.
Or rather...I thought I was holding onto his shirt. My hand feels a smooth surface. What kind of shirt is this? Silk? I can't picture Zane as the type of guy that wears silk shirts.
I hear a soft chuckle and open my eyes. Well...he doesn't even have a shirt on. Great! I just touched his bare skin! Now he probably thinks I'm a perv.
"Like what you are feeling Love?" He says with a smirk on his face. Oh my word! Seriously?!
I blush like the little freaking girl I am and try to hide my face.
"It's fine babygirl. I don't mind."
He sets me down on my bed and stands in front of me.
"I thought you were coming home at 6 o'clock?" I ask him. Did I get the time wrong? I really thought he said at six.
His face suddenly hardens and he says sternly, "Yeah something came up. I had to handle it."
He looks at me with a frown on his face, turns around and walks out the door, slamming the door after him.
Okay...did I say something wrong? I shouldn't have asked. Shit Veronica, you're so freaking stupid.
I take off my hoodie and remember the note I put in the pocket this morning. I take it out and read it again.
This is only scaring me. I don't care if Zane think he is funny or romantic. I don't care if he is mad at me right now. This is bullshit.
I walk to his room and without even knocking I swing the door open. "Lynwood! Get your ass in here right now!"
I might only be seventeen, but I really don't take shit.
The bathroom door opens and I am met with a half naked man wrapping a white towl around his waist.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?!" I say holding the note up in my hand.
"What are you going on about Veronica?" He says drying his hair with another towl.
"I'm not falling for your games Zane! This isn't funny!" Does he really think I am that stupid. I know it's just a note but I'm not in the mood for it.
"Veronica I don't know what you're talking about! So if you can please go back to your room, I would much appreciate it."
I step closer to him and look up at him. Staring him straight in the eye.
Slapping the note hard against his bare chest I say, " This is what I'm talking about. And no, I will not leave until you explain to me why you think it's a good idea to write me notes! It's not even romantic! It's just fucking scaring me!"
He looks at me confused and takes the note in both hands. He opens the note and reads it.
"Where did you find this Veronica?" He asks. His voice getting angry as he reads the letter over and over.
"Where you left it."
"I didn't leave this anywhere. This isn't even my handwriting."
Okay now I really am scared. If he didn't leave it on my bed, then who did?
"Veronica answer me. Where did you find it?"
I start to feel real scared and my body starts trembling. Everything inside me is shaking and I can't control it.
"VERONICA CAN YOU JUST TELL ME?!"
Him yelling triggers something inside me and reminds me of everything...
I feel my knees give in and my head hit something hard. I don't feel anything. Darkness flows around me and I loose sight of everything.
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Romance"Well I sure as hell don't feel lucky." I mumble quietly. But somehow he heard my statement very clearly. In one single step he is in front of me, hovering over me. "You don't know what you're missing Ronnie." He says and I can feel his warm breath...
