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Chp. 19

I SWEAR I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN 7 YEARS.

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What is he doing?

"Uh, I'm Elena Hart." I shake his hand.
He smiles and stares deep into my eyes, almost happy that I accepted his new introduction. He looks nervous now, "erm," he tries to speak "I'm sorry."
I'm lost at words as I really don't know what to say, I just stand there, heart  beating out my chest. He flashed me a lovely, crocked smile just as he looked into my eyes. Green. The purest darkest green I've ever seen. There was his addictive smirk sending killer chills down my spine. I wanted to turn and run away but I couldn't. I was trapped. I was paralyzed by his strong scent and spirit. "I'm sorry for treating you like shit. I don't know, there was something about you, I just, I had weird feeling when I first saw you. But, I guess I matured now, and I really want to get to know you, properly." His eyes on me, body shifting like a 10 year old doing a presentation in front of the class. His eyes dart up to see my reaction, although I don't have one.
"Um... thank you, for that." I honestly say. I can't help but smile and I blush,

Hard.

"I would like to get to know you properly too." We stand there. No one else in the room but us. I feel pressured to talk to Harry. His strong dark spirit, is so overwhelming. I feel like I'll say the wrong thing or plain out panic... Just like I did when he was staring at me a while ago. But be yourself, be honest, because at the end of the day, people like you for you, not you in someone else's shoes.
"Good. Well, do you know how to play 20 questions?"
Harry hesitantly sits himself down on my bed as i reassure him it's ok. I follow behind and breathe, preparing myself to answer any type of question that comes from his lips.

"Yah, we each ask and answer 20 questions, right?" I shift on the bed.

"Well yes." He states obviously. "But people usually go over 20."

"Ok. So then what's the point?"

"I play it differently."

"Oh, ok... "
His phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out.

Way to ruin the moment.

His eyes skim over the seeming to be, text and he hisses. "Uh," he stands.
"I have to go." He starts to walk off.

"Wait, what?" My shoulders slouch in defeat.

Aren't we playing the game now? "Where are you going?"

"Doesn't matter. We'll play the game soon, ok?"

"I... Ok." The door shuts and I'm left in my room confused but mainly annoyed.

I am awfully tired, and he did leave, so what am I supposed to do? Wait for him?

Ha, that's funny.

I'm sleeping.

I laugh to myself and change into my nightwear. It's around 9pm now and my eyes start to ware. My mind goes on about what happened today and I smile, wide. I made some more friends, Harry wanting to start over with me, and now that I think about, that's all I wanted. I can't mentally handle people disliking me for a reason that I don't know. Obviously they have their reason, but it's makes me very insecure and self conscious so I'd much rather be on other's good side.

I begin to drift of into a slumber, unfortunately only thinking about my insecurities.

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"Hello?" I hear a soft voice in my ear. I don't know what's going on or who's even speaking to me, but all I know is that I don't care.