Cassie's prov
I stared up at my ceiling as the scene from the school replayed over and over in my head.
"Well its not every day a cutie runs into my arms"
That line ringed in my head as if it was the school bell. But what did he mean by it? "No cassie" I took a deep breath "it's not like that... remember the promise."
I looked out side and saw the rain coming down hard. I took a deep breath, trying to protect my mind from a horrible flash back,But something was in the road. I squinted and I looked over at the black figure in the road. I sighed and I got up from my bed, then walked through a place dumpsters will call my room. I grabbed my jacket and headed to the figure.
I put on my hooded jacket and ran as fast as I can to the figure, so I could dodge as many rain drops as I can. But no jacket could shield me from heavy rain above. I stood over the figure. He or she was waring a light black hoodie with a empty beer bottle in one hand.
Figures, I thought, he's passed out drunk.
I sighed and I pulled him up to my back so I could carry him inside. I couldn't move... he was too heavy... but then a flash glared apon my body. Shit a car!
I ran across the road as fast as I could...But with a 130 pound man or woman on your back, I won't be as fast as the flash. As soon as stepped off the road, the car zoomed by us. I felt the wind on the back of my neck, and a cold sweat falling down from my forehead.
I took a deep breath, "come on cassie just a few more steps" I told myself and started my long journey to my house.
I scrambled to my door step and barged through my door to my couch. I dropped the stranger onto my couch. I relaxed and smiled. Well that's one way to work out, I thought.
I took a look at the random stranger in my house. His jacket was dirty and ruined with the hood covering his face, he was clenching to the beer bottle, and he looked like he was a hobo from Vegas.
I raked my fingers through my hair, what am I doing?! I thought, he could be an axe murder!! I sat down beside him and studied him. He didn't see to be threatening, didn't he?
I studied him more and more until I got to his face. Curious, I slowly and carfully lifted his hoodie from his face. his face looked so familiar, the glasses, the cheeks, his facial features.... wait a minute....
"CHRIS?!"
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a fangirls romance
RomansIt was only me and him. I looked up at his blank face, which was really hard to see. I kept staring at his body, a six pack, toned body, etc. Then I gasp, he holds me like the ones they do in the movies, he looks into my eyes, And....
