(A.N. Hey guys I might not be able to post chapters not very often because my school is starting soon so yeah and enjoy the chapter let me know what you think will happen!)
He sat in the farthest spot away from me. He didn't talk to me either. I feel like I've seen him before, but that's impossible. I tried to take care of my, *cough* problem *cough*, but when I did he cleared his throat, and glared at me until I pulled away. It got so bad that he made me sit on my hands and knees.
He almost made me uncomfortable, but I don't know why but, I felt safe near him. I felt like I should try to please him, I've never had that feeling before. I stare out the windows looking at the clouds. I heard a phone ring and he picked it up. He must have been too lazy to hold it and he put it on speaker.
"Hello?" He asks, I was about to ask who it was when he motioned for me to be silent. "Hey, Mark, I was just calling to say I was going to visit you this weekend. I really need to get out of Greenwood Falls, my boyfriend is missing, but I was told his cousins took him. I doubt that, he probably is getting his brains fucked out by someone, who he loves. I heard that lie before. I really need to talk with you in person." The person on the other line says.
I recognized that voice, I could pick it out from anywhere.
Derek.
I wanted to tell him that I would never cheat on him, but Mark, I guess that's his name, glared at me. "Yeah that's fine, Is Sarah coming with you?" Mark replies. Sarah is the school's head cheerleader, she did always look at Derek like Dan looks at Phil. I didn't think that he was with her.
"Yeah she is, I guess since Jasper is out of my life, she can be officially my girlfriend." Derek says.
"Alright I guess I'll see you this weekend. Bye." Mark says hanging up. I turn away quickly, so he couldn't see my face. I had tears forming in my eyes. I was mad for him not trusting me, sad that he was cheating, I mean he left for hours and didn't come home, I should have known. He looked a little disheveled when he came back.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off. "I should have made the connection earlier, I'm sorry, love." Mark says.
"Don't apologize, it isn't your fault. The fault is mine. I should have known. I get a break for once, but I can't keep it." I sob, I was hugging my knees to my chin. He started to rub my back, and I was rocking back and forth.
"I see. Is there anything I could do to make you happy?" He asks. I shake my head. I didn't want Derek back, but I did. Mark puts his arm around me, and just holds me to him. He didn't do anything else, just held me. I was grateful for that.
"Why would he call you?" I ask after a little while. "He is my cousin, but is more of a brother to me. After his parents passed away, we became really close." He responds, running his fingers through my hair. I hum in response. He continued to play with my hair.
I felt like putty in his hands, all thought about Derek and Sarah, floated away. He kissed my temple a little later, and I hummed in content.
I was running. A black blob was chasing me. Somehow it had go it front of me. The blob took the shape, of someone I didn't think I would ever see again. His signature smirk plastered on his face. His hazel eyes still sparkling as if nothing happened.
"Hey, Jaz how are you?" The beautiful voice I thought I would never hear again asks. I was gaping. He was still tall, but he seemed to have fill out. He walked up to me and engulfed me in a hug.
"How are you here?" I ask my voice quivering. "I don't know, but I still want you back, I'm always here for you." He whispers to me. "You've changed." I say feeling tears streaming down my face.
"So have you, kitten." He says rubbing small circles on my back. "Oh god, I've missed you." I cry out wrapping my arms around his neck. "I've missed you more, kitten." He says before he fades away.
"NO, you can't leave again." I scream. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I peel my eyes open, squinting at the blinding light. "We're here." Mark says.
I look down and see that I had a big, white t-shirt on and some sweatpants. I was about to ask, but Mark said, "I put them on you, because we need to go through another airport, and these guys wouldn't be happy if they saw you in what you are wearing underneath." I nod my head; He takes me outside and there were flashes everywhere. Mark shielded me from prying hands, and cameras.
"Who is with you, sir?" "What does the future hold for you?" And questions like that were fired out. I was dragged to a light green car that looked really cool. He opened the door, and pushed me in, before jogging to the driver's side. The flashes intensified and the screaming.
He started the car and drove off. "What was that, sir?" I ask looking behind us. "News reporters. Have you ever heard of the brand, Leather Angels?" He asks, speeding up.
Leather Angels was a huge thing. They made everything from dresses to jackets. Most of their things involved leather, even the dresses had a little bit of leather on the skirt part. Every popular person had at least five things from them. "Yeah, everyone in my school has something from them on every day." I respond, blushing. I kind of stalked the owner for five years.
"I own the company." He says, turning onto a nameless street. That's why he looked so familiar, I stalked him. He was 20 when he got the company, I was 13. I stare at him, wide eyed. "No, really?" I ask gawking. "Yes. Now stop staring, or so help me I will tie you up and leave you here all night." He says sharply.
I quickly turn away and sigh. "What is it?" He asks, still with a tone, that says 'you better tell me or I will make you regret it.' I blush; struggling to get the words 'I stalked you and I'm surprised that I'm meeting you under these circumstances.'
"Um, I, uh, kind of, maybe." I try, until he pushes the palm of his hand on my crotch. I moaned, and whimpered from the loss of contact. "Say it, or I will make good on my promise from earlier." He threatens.
"I-sort-of-stalked-you-for-five-years-and-I-never-thought-I-would-meet-you, especially-how-it-is." I say in one breath, hoping he didn't catch it.
He did and chuckled at me. I stare out the window. He was pulling up to a huge, black house. It had two floors, and two wings on the sides. It was beautiful too. "We are home." He states getting out.
He walks over to my door and opens it. I get out, looking at the house in awe. He pulls a suitcase from the back of the car. He grabs my hand gently, and tugs it so I get the message to walk.
I follow him to the house, and to the second floor. He stops in front of a simple white door, and opens it. There was a queen sized bed, with gray sheet, and a fluffy dark blue comforter; on the same side there was a dresser, and a full length mirror.
Directly across from the door was a large window overlooking a beautiful garden, and the window had a balcony attached. The other side had a black chest with a lock on it; the side also had a couch, and a small dining table with four chairs around it. "Here is your room, love. Mine is just down the hall, the brown door with the black handle." He says. "You can take a nap, or something before dinner, but I expect you to be in one of the outfits in the wardrobe." He says before closing the door.
I heard a click and knew I wasn't leaving this room until dinner.
