CHASE

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Once we've stepped onto the other side of that door, there was no going back. 

It was a maze. I had a clear view of the thick black stone that separated each different part of the massive room. There were many doors, all of different colours filled with the unknown. 

The only thing was that I could see the outside world, the woods that surrounded us. 

"What the hell?" I muttered and Noah drops my hand, nodding his head proudly.

"It's a defensive mechanism Princess, we can see the outside but the outside can't see us"

"So, we're invisible?"

"In here we are" he nods twice, a grin twitching on his lips.

"And what about all of those doors?"

"You'll find out soon enough"

"Noah. I need you to tell me whats going on."

"All in good time Princess" he says and walks down two steps.

"We don't have time! Time is of the essence! What happens when my friends wonder where I am?" I say, becoming more angry by the second.

"Please calm down" he says, walking down another step, "and follow me"

I shook my head but follow him. Once again I was taking orders from Noah Lawson, it just wasn't fair.

"Noah" A new guy appeared, he had black hair, tattoos down one arm and a devilish smile. "Your here"

Noah ran down and they hugged, both laughing a little. "I've miss you man!" Noah bellowed and I cleared my throat.

Now, this guy was looking up at me, a little smile played on his lips. "And who's this?" he wondered, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Chase this is Prince-I mean Flo" He smirks and I sarcastically smirk back.

Chase nods for a second, "didn't know you had a girlfriend"

"We're not going out" I interject and Chase chuckles, pushing on Noahs chest.

"Oops" he teases and Noah pushes him back. But then suddenly their back to laughing. 

"Is someone going to show me around or am I going to stand here all day?" I say sassily, fed up.

"Apologies" Chase grins and offers me his hand, "come with me" he says softly.

I take his hand to warn Noah I wasn't a pushover and look straight ahead, walking into the distance with another stranger going to another place.

What is my life like..

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