UnExpected.

Prologue

I'm running so hard I feel like collapsing. I am running out of breath, choking for air, but I don't stop. My lungs felt like they were coated with a thick layer of ice, cutting deeper and deeper until it suffocated me. Why can't I just... die? But the ice got colder and fear gnawed at my stomach instead. I wanted to run away from him, away from Dean, that perverted boy that always touched my butt and to the safety of home. And Andrew. Warm rose into my heart, melting away the ice and relieving the fear. I slowed down to a walk, daydreaming. That fluttery feeling in my stomach started, which came every time that I thought of my boyfriend-his thick blond hair, his smooth tan skin, his perfectly bust body, his arms wrapped around me...it all seems so real now. Because it was. My prince was there, arms were around my waist, his chest against my back. When I look down, Andrew's arms aren't there. They were Dean's.

I shrieked, but Dean shoved his hand over my mouth and pressed me against a wall.

"What do we have here?"

"Isn't it Maya, that slut that always ran away from his boyfriend?" he teased.

Tears stung my eyes. I don't want him to see me like this. I want Andrew so badly. WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO TO ME?

He grabbed me roughly and pulled me to his chest.

"So? What do I have to satisfy you?" he asked, sweetly.

He was breathing on my neck. His face was an inch away from mine, getting closer and closer-

"NOTHING!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" I screamed.

I shoved him away and ran, so fast my legs stung and cramps tore at my stomach. I turned around to see if Dean was following me, but he wasn't. He just stood there, snickering and staring at me with those piercing eyes. I was only one more block away, so I slowed down to a jog.

***

I rang the doorbell, and immediately the door swung open.

"Where were you?" Andrew asked, with his arms crossed.

"Sorry, I was um.... you know what I'll tell you inside." I replied, as I scurried in.

He closed the door behind me and we headed to his room. His room has the best view ever, because he lives like right next to the ocean. I flung myself onto his bed and stared outside the window, alarmed by the beauty.

"So? What took you so long?" Andrew asked.

"It was Dean."I replied.

"That perverted boy?"

"Yeah."

"Son of a b*tch. He better stop before I get to him." He said, full of hatred.

Andrew was one of the most popular boys in school, so literally everybody loved him. Or most of them at least. He won every single fight he had and was the All Star basketball player at school. (I know-I'm so lucky)

"Maya, don't worry. He won't be alive for long." he joked.

"Thanks." I said in admiration.

He sighed.

    "I have to tell you something." Andrew said, softly.

He joined me in his bed. Why did he suddenly change? This scares me. I turned to look at him. He seemed irritated, even sad. Tears spewed out of his eyes and ran down is cheeks. He brushed his lips on my forehead and pulled me in, close.

"I won't ever be able to see you again. I'm going to miss you, so much."he whispered.

"Wait...what?"I replied.

"Look, this is the last time I'm ever going to touch you." he said softly, but irritated.

I don't understand. Is he going to breakup with me? No way. If he's going to miss me, then...

"I'm gonna move to New York."he said, hurt.

Tears burned out from my eyes.

"No."I said.

"I'm going to stay with you. No matter what."I said confidently.

"No. You won't. You can't. " he said harshly.

He pulled me away.

"What are you doing? I thought you loved me." I sobbed.

I let out a huge sob into his pillow. No. This can't be true. He said he loved me. He said I would always be in his heart. Is that not true? He's playing with me right?

"Get out of my house, Maya."he said, flatly.

"Why? I thought I was your girlfriend."

"What do you mean you bitch? Get the fuck out." he snapped.

I stumble down the hallway, Andrew shoving and kicking me.
           
"Good bye. Never call me or text me, or else I'll block you." He said, annoyed, and he slammed the door while I stood there, choking on my own tears.