Unexpected

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I was sitting in a corner alone at this house that reeks of liquor and smoke. Katrina had left me hours ago and all I wanted to do was leave and go back to the dorm. As I'm standing up I hear from behind me, "Sweetheart, where are you going?"

I groan and turn around. "I'm leaving," I reply.

"Why? The party has just started love," he says.

"Seriously? First sweetheart, now love?" I say, "Do you just like to torture me?"

"Of course, it's so easy and I love watching you get all angry," he replies with a grin on his face.

"Ugh, will you please just move so I can leave," I say to him.

"Oh no, you have been sitting in this corner the whole night. Dance with me once and then you can leave." He says.

I stand there with a glare on my face trying to make him move. When he doesn't I finally say, "Fine, let's get this over with."

As we walk out onto the dance floor I can feel the eyes on us. I can tell that Beckham is a hot commodity and I wish I could give some sort of signal to the girls that were glaring at me that I didn't like him. We reached the middle of the dance floor and of course at that moment a slow song started to play. I mentally groaned as Beckham put his hands around my waist. I left my hands at my side until Beckham grabbed them and forced them onto his shoulders. We started to sway to the music and I was very uncomfortable with the fact that his hands were super close to my ass. He started to move his hands downward so I yanked them off of me and stormed off the dance floor.

I was halfway to my dorm when I could hear someone behind me. I start to move a little quicker, but so does the person behind me. I started to panic and was shaking uncontrollably. I stood frozen in place unable to move from fear, when all of a sudden a hand goes across my mouth and spins me around. I start to sob, until I realize that its Beckham. His face had this worried look on his face that I couldn't understand. "What? Have you never seen a girl cry before?" I say trying to control the shaking in my voice.

"I've seen girls cry before, but never sob from me merely touching them," he says with a concerned voice.

"I just got a little scared, don't worry about it," I say trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"You weren't just a little scared, you were terrified. Why?" He asks.

"It was nothing,I just overreacted," I say, pushing those memories out of my brain.

"Why do you lie to me? Why can't you just try and be my friend?" He asks.

"I'm not lying and why would I try to be friends with a jerk like you?" I say.

"What have I ever done to you? All I've been is nice to you, but you keep shoving me away. I don't get it. You insult me the first time you meet me and you barely even know me. So if you want to spend your time alone shoving people away, go for it, but count me out," he says while walking away.

That's when I finally realize that he is right. I shove people away and I always have. Well not always, ever since two years ago. I've shoved everyone away, even those who care about me the most. I shoved him away for no reason. I don't know anything about him and I've now probably lost the chance to get to know him.

Saturday, September 7th

When I wake up the next morning at 3 am from a nightmare I decide I need to fix things between Beckham and I. I stand up and take a quick shower. I quickly put my hair in a high ponytail and apply minimal makeup. I walk out and grab a pair of dark wash jeans, a nirvana t-shirt, a leather jacket, and red converse. I walk outside and head to the coffee shop. When I walk in I order a vanilla latte. I grab my coffee and turn around to try and find a seat, when I see Beckham in the corner of the shop reading a book.