Sweet and shy, 17 year old, (Y/n) moves away from South United States to Forks, Washington. She barely had a week to adjust to her new home before school started right up. Feeling prepared, she felt no fear. Until her first day of senior year starte...
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Dear readers, I just made some editor adjustments in this chapter. Going back and reading it myself, I caught my mistake in which I left my draft in there and forgot to delete it before going with the one I liked more! Haha! Please enjoy it and I apologize for any confusion!
(Y/n) wandered frantically through the eerily quiet hallways of her school, the fluorescent lights above flickering faintly. Her heart raced, her footsteps echoing in the emptiness. She clutched at her hair in frustration, scanning every locker, every desk, every nook and cranny for her draft journal. It was gone. She had looked everywhere—her classroom, the library, even the art room.
Her breathing grew shallow, her chest tightening as the weight of failure pressed down on her. The spring book reading contest felt so far out of reach now. Without her journal, without her story, what was the point? Her vision blurred with unshed tears, her frustration threatening to boil over.
She stumbled through the hallways, her steps now aimless, until her feet carried her toward the gymnasium. The double doors groaned as she pushed them open. The dim glow of the indoor pool greeted her—a strange, almost dreamlike oasis of blue and white. Steam rose gently from the water, swirling in the still air, as the reflections of the rippling surface danced across the walls.
Her gaze swept the room, landing on a figure standing silently at the edge of the pool. The steam parted slightly, and there he was—Levi Ackerman. His broad shoulders and lean frame were backlit by the soft glow of the water, his hands tucked casually into his pockets as he gazed into the shimmering depths.
She hesitated, unsure if she should speak or turn and leave, but then his voice cut through the stillness, low and commanding. "What are you doing here?"
His question pulled her from her trance. "I... I don't know," she admitted softly, her voice trembling with confusion.
He turned to face her fully, his intense gray eyes meeting hers, and she felt the weight of his gaze. The tension in the air was palpable, like the moments before a storm. She swallowed hard, mustering the courage to speak again. "What about you? Why are you here?"
He took a slow step toward her, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into the faintest hint of a smirk. "I was waiting for you."
Her brows furrowed, disbelief evident in her expression. "Waiting for me?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why would someone like you wait for someone like me?"
Levi took another step closer, and then another, closing the distance between them. His smirk faded, replaced by an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "Why wouldn't I?" he murmured.
Her heart pounded in her chest as his gaze bore into hers. She tried to make sense of the situation, but her thoughts were a haze. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek before tilting her chin upward. His touch was featherlight yet electrifying, and she found herself frozen under his spell.
