72 Hrs.

Chapter 3: Rude Awakening

(Cara's pov:)

    I watch as Skylar leaves the store and chased after that dude. I roll my eyes and begin walking home. As I walk home I begin to get the feeling that I am being watched. And it's not you're typical kind of being watched feeling. So I push the "being watched" thought to the back of my head and start walking faster. Within a minute I am walking up the front steps to my house. As I step inside my mom rounds the corner shouting.

      "Cara Anne Borne!?"
"Ma'am?"
       "Where have you been!? I have been worried sick!!"
"I was looking for new school clothes."
         "You should've called me!!"
"I know and I'm sorry. But I have a question mom."
          "What is it doll?"
"Do you know a guy with dirty blonde hair and electric blue eyes?"
           "Well there's one guy, his name's Luke Hemmings. But he's dead so there's no way it could be him."
"Oh okay."
        I smile and turn on my heels. I walk up the stairs leading to my room. As I walk into my room, I am shocked to see someone standing in the middle of my bedroom floor. And he's holding one of my hoodies. I scream and he whips his head around to look at me. As he turns I take in his appearance. He has on all black, and his eyes are a deep chocolaty brown. His hair is dark brown, hell its almost black. And around his eyes are black, almost a mixture of eyeliner and lack of sleep. I walk towards him and he just stands there. As I get closer to him he grunts, it's almost almost as if he's saying 'don't come anywhere near me.' I walk up to him and grasp the hoodie, but he jerks it back and says...

"This isn't yours."
"Yes it is. I bought it with my own money."
"You shouldn't argue with me on this. I know things that you don't."
"Okay look here Mr. Egotistical Asshole, this is my hoodie I bought it from a thrift store, therefore it is now mine."
"Exactly you dumb ass, where do you think the thrust store got this?"
"Not you!!!"

I snatch the hoodie and shove him away. He growls, and it almost sounds animalistic. He lunges at me and takes the hoodie back. I grab at it again and he pushes me. I yelp in pain, and hear footsteps on the stairs. I look in panic at the unknown man standing in front of me and he just stands there, arms crossed and a lazy smirk plastered on his beautiful face. My mom bursts through the door an says...

"What's happening?"
"It's him!!! He pushed me."
"Who? Cara there's no one else up here but you."

I look down and just shake my head. I place the palms of my hands on my temples and sigh in frustration and embarrassment. I hear the door shut, and look up to see the dude still standing there. I throw my hands in the air and make my eyes go wide. He laughs and just vanishes. I look around my room and just take slow, deep breaths...