Hey guys it's me, the Author, hope you liked the previous chapter. I have kept my promise and Friday it is! Let's continue.
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Then who was this?
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Chapter 2: Trouble Seeker
I stopped crying and paid attention to the visitor outside my stall
BANG! BANG! BANG!
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"Hello? Is anyone in there? Pacey is that you?" I heard the voice call.
It was a boy
What is a boy doing in the girls restroom?
"Uh yeah?" I replied almost in a whisper.
"Pacey! Are you okay? What are you doing in here?" Said the familiar voice.
Oh no...I think I recognize that voice
"Shawn?" "What are YOU doing in here?" I gasped.
"Wrong question, what are you doing in here Pacey?" There was an urgency in his voice.
No but really, what was he doing here
"Umm I came to do my business, what else?" I stated and questioned
"Are you serious?"
Silence...
"Pacey, honey you're in the wrong restroom."
"Oh...was this out of order?"
"Noo...I'm being serious" "open up."
Squeech
I opened the stall door to come out but before I could do that, he grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the wall in a flick of time and locked our stall.
What in the world
He looked at my face and came closer closing the gap between us.
Holy heavens
My hands were still in his, pinned up against the wall.
I looked up at him.
Cute guy
He was 5'6, slim and slender body, growing muscles, veinny hands, had a sharp but smooth jaw, dark brown eyes, his upper lip was plump and lower one was a bit thin, sweet pink was his lips colour, a defined small, sharp, uplifted nose, puffy eyes which had pain and fear hidden in them but it was clearly displayed on his face. He had black hair which was long wavy, almost as curly and soft. A few strands fell over his beautiful face neatly everyday but I seemed to be blind enough to notice it just now. He was strong. An athlete. He was a basketball player actually.
"Wow," I let out a word escape my mouth for the first time in this 5 minutes staring contest that we had. But I definitely lost because I didn't keep eye contact for long. I was too busy admiring his perfect features. But he was staring at me, at my eyes, right into my soul which was a moment ago in agony and stress, and was now calming down.
"What?" He also let out his first word in here.
"You look beautiful up close," I answered, slightly blushing.
Don't get the wrong impression but my feelings for Isaiah seemed to have reduced to a 70%.
It was true I have never been this close to any boy.
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