The Other Side of Silence

Drakey💕

~Ava's POV~

The plane finally landed and the flight had come to an end. I really enjoyed the flight and by the time it was over I had already made two new friends, and those two new friends of mine are going to be on the same field trip as us with every single member of their class, which means I'm probably going to see them very often.

I walked out of the plane with a smile plastered across my face, taking my phone up to my face and staring at the two contacts that had been saved on my phone just a while ago but my eyes kept drifting to one in particular. "Drakey 💕". It was Drake's number. I handed my phone over to him to put in his phone number but he saved it just the way he likes it.

It made me blush slightly as I looked up into the sky, taking my first deep breath in france alone without any parental supervision. I closed my eyes letting the fact sink in that I'm all alone in France without any parents to lock me in the vacation house just because they have trust issues for some reason.

Suddenly I felt a huge hand on my shoulder, snapping me out of my trance. I jumped in fear only to turn around and realize who it was.

"Oh, Wyatt, it's you. Why are you still here?" I asked in a monotone voice.

I guess I was wrong.

I'm not alone.

Unfortunately he's here.

"What do you mean 'Why am I still here'? I came on this flight with you and you expect me to leave once the flight is over? Hell naw." He said with a hint of annoyance in his tone, making me tilt my head to the side a bit before regaining my posture.

"Yes I expect you to leave. The flight is over so you can get going too. Goodbye." I stated firmly slowly turning around to walk in the opposite direction.

"Don't. Even. Think about it." He threatened, gripping my waist with his palm, making me shriek in response, looking from his face to his hand over and over again. I tried loosening his grip on my waist but he only tightened it more.

I already know how strong his grip can be if he could hurt my jaw with just two of his fingers a while back, so I already know his whole hand could do a hell lot of damage and what it's capable of.

I shoved him off me, dusting my cargo jeans and adjusted my crop top from the previous uncomfortable position.

If not for the fact that I'm angry with him for what he did earlier today I'd have honestly blushed at the stunt he just pulled but now, it only fueled my anger even more.

"Your mom specifically said 'Make sure Wyatt is with you wherever you go,' so how do you expect me to leave you after we've gotten to France? That I just can't do. I'd rather not mess with your mom, she's literally the boss." Wyatt finished making me perk my eyebrows at him for his last statement but mentally shrugged it off.

"Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes before continuing to walk in the direction I was already going in.

I heard subtle footsteps behind me, indicating that he was following but I didn't bother to look back at him because I wasn't in a talking or arguing mood at the moment.

I had just turned the corner when I felt a hand on my shoulder. At first I figured it would be Wyatt because he was the one following me and that it couldn't be anyone else because if it was I would've heard shuffling behind me, with him trying to stop whoever it would be, but this hand felt nothing like Wyatt's. Yeah they were about the same size as his, but they felt different.

Wyatt's hands was warm when he touched my shoulder a few minutes ago, but these hands were pretty cold, liked they've been holding an Iced macchiato or something.