Forever mine

Chapter 2

Sorry people who have already read this chapter. I added quite a bit at the end. Didn’t mean any inconvenience. And please feel free to comment or vote. I would like to know how ur finding the story so far and whether to continue writing it or not. (:

Chapter 2 

Panic

That was the only emotion I could feel. I hadn't been near another person in 3, almost 4 years now let alone a huge testosterone filled male. No male had touched me for four years, not even in a casual way. Due to the effect of what happened to me all those years ago, my body panicked whenever another person was too close to me. That was one of the reasons why I left my old friends as well. I couldn't bear to see the pity and sympathy in their eyes whenever I would flinch away from another person. The only one I allowed near me was Jaden and Trent.

And now this complete stranger had his face buried in my neck and his body pressed to every inch of mine. I felt my heart go into fast drive as I was unable control my body's reactions. Although my instinct told me this man would never hurt a single hair on my body, my body wouldn't accept the sense of security that was drifting off of the male.

When the brown head boy felt me hyperventilating, he cautiously took a step back from. He was looking at me with the most adoring expression anyone has ever given me, and my heart fluttered in my chest just from that one look. He was looking into my eyes so intently, like I was the most beautiful and special girl he has ever met, that I felt my world shift and my heart melt in my chest.

Unfortunately, it didn't stop from my body to panic. As soon as there was a millimeter gap between our bodies, I pushed him back with as much force as I could conjure up and bolted down the corridor in a hurry to get away from the beautiful boy. I ran to the nearest ladies room and locked myself in a stall. I was already very late for my 1st lesson so I wasn't going to bother going now.

I went and sat down on the toilet seat trying to calm my heart down. Its ok, its ok... He's gone, he won't touch you again, you’re safe... I'm safe now; I kept chanting those words to myself until I felt my heart finally calming down. I was scared shitless to go out of the Ladies washroom in case I run into the boy again, so I waited in the washroom for the bell to ring.

10 mints later the bell finally rang. I opened the stall door and walked out to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I didn’t put any makeup on except for my lip balm to keep my lips from drying and my mascara. I didn’t like to put much makeup on.

A few mints later I stepped out into the crowded hallway. Students were going both ways down the corridor, most of them were with their friends, laughing or talking about something. I looked at my map again to figure out where I had to go for my calculus class but gave up pretty soon. The school was too big and the map was too confusing and I was never good at geography. I didn’t even know which floor I was on. I decided to ask someone. When I looked around properly for the 1st time, I noticed most students over here seemed like they came from a very rich family. Almost all the girls were wearing designer clothes and shoes with Gucci purses instead of school bags, and the boys had that snobby, cold aura around them that told you that they were rich and they knew it.

I found myself looking for someone normal I could talk to, but at the rate I was succeeding, I was sure I was going to be staying in this hallway all day. Without warning I heard the sexiest, most booming laugh I had ever heard. Everyone just seemed to gravitate towards the voice, or maybe only I was pulled towards the voice... huh... that’s weird. But all of a sudden everyone turned to the sound of the laugh and I saw the brown haired boy walking down the hallway with his friend.

Again I panicked and ran the other way. I didn’t want to see him again. He made me feel weirdly comforted and protected and it scared the living daylight out of me and not to mention the boy most probably had mental issues. I mean who grabs a girl he doesn’t even know and declare her to be his! I mean he didn’t even try talking to me! He just grabs me and declares I am his and buries his face into my neck SNIFFING me! Call me crazy but I am pretty sure those are the actions of a mentally challenged person. And anyways, my body wouldn’t react well if he touched me again. But for some weird reason I honestly doubted that last statement. I felt this confusing pull towards the boy and I felt like my body would be VERY happy if he touched me... Especially if he..... What the hell was I thinking! I cannot be seriously thinking about the boy touching me, it would never happen and the outcome would be no good.