The Journal

Chapter: 12- Found Out (Part 1)

Chapter: 12- Found Out (Part 1)

Saturday, December 13, 20**

I walked out the front door, closing it softly behind me. It was about 10:00 a.m. and instead of my mom taking me to my tutoring session, I decided to walk. Ever since yesterday I'd been worrying about my missing journal and I still needed time to figure out what I should do.

The walk would help and so I was walking. The walk wasn't that bad, just thirty or so on foot, and it helped clear my mind. Helped me forget, to focus on something else, like how many steps it too to reach his house. Or how many pebbles I see on my way. Or how many times I saw a car pass by me.

It was a sort of welcome relief.

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Six-thousand, seven-hundred, thirty-three. Six-thousand, seven hundred, thirty- four. Six-thousand, seven hundred, thirty-five.

Looking ahead of myself, I saw I was in front of Pierce's house. Going up to the door I knocked, once, twice, before it opened. Stepping back so I could look at who'd opened the door I saw Principle David standing in front of me.

"Good morning Zoey, I see you're up early this morning."

Pulling my phone from my back pocket I looked at the time, 10:35. Looking back at him I made sure my most apologetic fake face was on.

"Sorry, I didnt realize I was still a little early. Umm....do you want me to come back later?"

Looking up at him, made sure my lips trembled a little, but my eyes were hidden like always behind my veil of hair. Though I guess the effect I was hoping for still worked anyway. Principle David's eyes softened, his mouth parting in a gasp as he reached for me at the same time.

"Of course not! Just,...you can come in and wait for Pierce to get ready. I'm just leaving to attend some meetings, so I guess I'll see you two around lunch?"

And with that he left me standing in the door way, as he closed the door behind himself and left.

I was still a little shocked though. He just left me. Alone. With Pierce. Thinking more on that I realized I had been alone with Pierce our last tutoring meeting and I began to wonder.

Where was Principle David then? Better yet where was Pierce's mom? Did she even live here? But I let the questions roll out my head. It wasn't any of my business to concern myself in their family business. I was just here for four hours for the next few Saturday's to get tutored.

Sighing as I looked around I headed towards the dining room where Pierce and I had worked at last time. Pulling one of the chairs out I saw it was facing right in front of the open doorway, in plain sight of the stairway.

As I was pulling what I need for today out I my bag I heard someone coming down the steps.

"Dad, have you seen my navy Polo shirt?!"

Looking up I saw Pierce coming down the steps. The first thing I noticed was his hair, the brown, curly strands drooping down over his thick glasses, still wet from his shower, I guessed. As he came all the way down the stairs, stopping in front of the doorway, my eyes hadn't left his face. I looked at how a drop of water fell from his hair sliding down his neck and onto his chest. His bare chest.

He wasnt wearing a shirt! Why want he wearing a shirt?!

But no matter how I said that in my head it was like my eyes had a mind of their own as they slid down from his collar bone, over his perfectly shaped pecs, and onto his six pack.

Man, he was more fit than I thought. But it did make sense. How else could a nerd terrorize the whole school without packing a little muscle?

Still staring at his six pack I saw how his muscles flexed as he moved. Slightly leaning against the door frame. And my eyes just kept on looking, going lower as if following the trail of light hair down towards his jeans. They were ridding dangerously low on his hips and I felt myself gulp as I tore my eyes away from his jeans.

What the heck was I doing? Checking out Pierce of all people?! Shaking my head as I tried to regain my wits I looked at the floor, seeing as how he was wearing his normal pair of Sperry's to finish off his outfit.

"See something you like?"

Shocked my eyes immediately flew up to Pierce's, wide as I felt heat slowly slide up my cheeks.

Now look what you did! He noticed! But then again I would notice too if someone was practically eye rapīng me.

Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face and arrogance in his whole facade, I shook my head.

"No I was just wondering where your umm...shirt was."

"Uhuh..."

Slowly walking up to me he leaned down over the table, his lips getting ever so closer to my face as my heart sped up, before it was over and he was whispering in my ear.

"Just like I was wondering if you'd lost something you owned."

My whole body froze at his words as I leaned away from him, so I could see him better. Was he talking about what I thought he was?

"Wha....", clearing my throat I swallowed before trying again. "What are you talking about?"

I still sounded a little shaky and unsure as I spoke though I didn't care. Looking up at his unwavering gaze I could see no trace of amusement anymore, just darkness. One darker than my own, and a he!l of a lot scarier.

"You know what I'm talking about, so give up the act, Zoey. Or should I say Zeus Gothinly."

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