Why?

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I wake up to the pressure of muscular arms around me and can't see.

Instantly I attempt to scream.

But there's a hand over my mouth and a gentle "shhhh".

Why would the hell would there be a gentle shhh?

I bite down on the hand and the hand, and as I expect, it releases me and I jump out of his arms astonishingly fast.

There's a soft grunt of pain and the arms recoil as I scoot away.

"Who the hell are you?!" I demand firmly.

"The one who saved you of course from those fricking savages that are called "popular"."A masculine deep voice instantly replies.

Instantly I'm suspicious. I look around and see that we are in a tunnel of a sort.

I try to look at him but it's dark and I can only see the outline of him. Not any details other then he's got a teenage boy sort of build and is a bit muscular.

And I realize as I look at the graffiti, it's the tunnel near the bridge of the park I love. But why are we here? Why would he bring me here?

"Why are we here?" I ask icily.

He sighs a great big sigh and turns in my direction.

"I had to get you out of there, and so I knocked out the boys and ran and carried you here so they couldn't find us. They just walked past and I didn't want to have to fight again with you in my arms."

Who is this guy? Why is he here? Is he a stalker of some sort?

"Why are you helping me?" I ask suspiciously.

I can practically feel his eyes rolling in his skull as he irritatedly says,"Let's just say I was a concerned citizen."

"That's not good enough- why were you even in my park?" I demand.

"You do realize that this park is public property right?" He instantly quizzes me right back.

"Why are we in the dark then? You don't want me to know who you are."

"Ok, ok- you wanna know who I am? My name is Lucas Skylar Carter- I'm 17 years old and I'm a transfer student- did I mention I saved your skinny ass from a bunch of assholes because I thought you were helpless? Guess I was wrong."

With that all being said he steps out of the tunnel and into the light and I'm breathless from looking at him.

He's  well... He's hot.

I instantly blush and am glad I'm in the darkness so that he can't tell.

The first thing that I see is his eyes. His eyes are a  blue like the sky before a thunderstorm-dark and mysterious and have a hint of curiosity in them.
He has such angular cheekbones and I'm fascinated. He has dark hair and it is messily styled like he got out of bed and couldn't care less about how the world judging him for how he looks.

I suddenly realize I seem to be checking him out as he lifts his eyebrow as if to say "really?".

I shake my head and think of what to say and then I say " why the hell did you stop them ?"

"Oh so you wanted to get beaten to a pulp? My mistake."

I roll my eyes ,"why would you even want to help me?"

I wasn't used to being helped much less noticed.

"I'm sorry? Geez I just wanted to."

With a huff he backs away with his hands raised and then turns and shuffles away with his hands in his dark jeans

I just stare at his figure slowly goes out of view and I stand up and start walking towards home where my potato soup grows cold.

As I walk home I wonder why he was even in my park...

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Wowwwww I literally haven't updated since last year I'm sorry I have literally no excuse other then I wanted to have the perfect chapter sorry.

Well I updated at least. :)

- Kassia👽😏👾🐢🐕

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