I wanted to inform you all that I will be uploading a bit later this month, because it is Ramadan, and I want to focus on my religion.
That being said, I hope you enjoy this mini chapter!
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- Don't lie to me J.- Their voice sent chills down my spine.
The look on their face was terrifying, I didn't know what to say. Honestly, they are much more scarier when they are like this, compared to when they are screaming at the top of their lungs.
- Tell me the truth.- They glared at me, intensity gazing down upon me.
- I'm ... totally .. f-fine! Right... R?- I sputtered, barely managing those words. The pain was getting to me, and my anxiety levels were skyrocketing through the roof.
There was no reply. It seems like he isn't here.
- Fine, if you won't tell me, I'll find out for myself. - before I could react, I was forced onto one of the office chairs.
- Wait...- I muttered, giving in to their persistence.
- Yes?- they stared at me, waiting for my response.
- I just injured my left leg a bit...- I whispered, mustering all my strength.
- Oh. Well why didn't say that earlier?- They went back to their normal voice, tilting their head to the side.
-.....- I tried to speak, but the words couldn't come out.
- OK, you don't have to say anything.- they rolled their eyes, giggling a bit.
I attempted to stand up, wincing in pain, and I almost fell to the floor. They instantly caught me before I fell down.
Woah, you aren't walking with that injured leg of yours.- seeing how much pain I was in, they picked me up and carried me bridal style*.
-????!- I tried to protest, squirming around, but their grip was really strong, and no matter how much I flailed around, they wouldn't let me go. I looked at them, questioning why they did that. Before they could explain themselves, another voice interrupted them.
- I'm gone for like 2 minutes, and this is what I come back to?- R sighed, putting his hand on his forehead. - Also I didn't find your balloon.-
- Aww, that's a shame.- they giggled, as if they intended it to be that way.
- J, are you okay?- R asked, showing his concern.
- ..... - I stared at R, and they could tell from my silence what the answer to their question was. R sighed, glaring at Smilie, before continuing on with our journey. Smilie happily followed them, holding me in their hands.
I didn't know why but I felt my face burning with embarrassment.
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*You guys know its not a Wattpad story with out the bridal style carry! I'm sorry I just had to.
Also, sorry for the short chapter, I have no idea what supposed to happen next, I need ideas, HELP. ='(
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