I slipped on my track pants, and matched with a baggy t-shirt. Brushing and french-braiding my hair, I mentally prepared myself for the worst.
Nervousness ran through my body so fast it felt like I was struck by lightning. How the hell did he get into the bathroom so abruptly? How did I not notice him?
All these thoughts traced through my mind. The biggest question was; Why did he want to see me tonight?
Finishing off my hair, I took a big deep breath in, flattened my shirt, then made my way to his bedroom.
I knocked softly on the big white door.
It swung open, and I choked down a big gulp. His abs were exposed, and he ran his boney fingers through his hair.
"I didn't think you'd actually come," He admitted, as he stood back, and let me enter his bedroom.
I nodded, and took a look around. Nothing that I expected, I thought his room would be more boyish.
The colour of the walls were a dark beige, and his dark wooden bed complimented it.
"Your room, is- ugh, nice," I attempted to compliment.
He laughed at my attempt, and then ushered me to sit down on the bed.
"You don't have to be nervous, I just wanted to talk to you about a few things. I wanted to get to know you, without Jack being around to answer every question. He does that a lot," He consoled my butterflies.
I sighed, and laughed with relief.
I threw my hands down on my knees, and looked at his eyes.
"What do you want to know?" I asked. A smiled cracked across my face.
"Why are you here in Detroit?" He asked, a smile appearing on his face.
Shortly after hearing him ask this, my smile faded, and I bit my lip trying not to cry.
"Sara?" He asked. I snapped out of my five second dream, and continued to bite my lip.
"Um, well," I started, taking a big gulp.
"My dad's abusive, I don't want to be at home, so I decided, why the hell not," I summed up the story. I left the details out. No one needs to know those.
His smile disappeared, and his arms wrapped around my body in split seconds.
He released, and reconnected our eyes.
"What are some fun facts about you?" He laughed trying to make the mood a bit less awkward.
"Well, there's not that much about me. I waste my time listening to music, I over think, I have low self confidence. And oh, I want my septum pierced!" Saying the last fact, I sprung up and started to laugh.
"You have an adorable laugh," He complimented as he stood up.
Our bodies centimeters apart, made it tempting to just wrap my arms around his neck, and plant my lips on his.
"I should probably get back to my room," I stuttered.
He nodded, as a smile appeared for the fiftith time tonight.
I ran out of the room, and back into my room. My heart was racing, my face was red, and I could barely breathe.
This experience taught me I'm not athletic, and that I might have feelings for a guy I just met tonight...
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Hey Emma's followers. My name is Kaitlyn (@destructivve) and I offered Emma to write some chapters with her for this wonderful book she created. I hope you guys enjoyed my portion of it, and I cant wait to see your feedback. 😊
