Chapter 3- Delicate Flower

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Bonus Chapter

Unknowns P.O.V

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There she is. Look at her. The rebel. When will she learn that she cant go around running off in the middle of the night? She could get hurt. I should teach my delicate sweet flower a lesson.

Today was the day. I was gonna do it. Take what was mine. Protect her.

I watched as she jumped from her window and looked around. She must have sensed my presence. After all. I was closer to her house than ever before. Maybe this was a bad idea. So I quietly made my way to my secret spot across the street. Its behind the big oak tree in her neighbors yard across the street.

She's had no idea of my presence for the past 4 months. Ive watched her every move for that long anyway. Maybe I pushed my luck a little too far today.

I remember the first time I first saw her. It was at the park. She was with her so called "best friends" at a party some kid was hosting, and they all decided to hang out "under the stars."

| Flashback |

"Hey everyone, lets all go to the park for a little while!" Yelled Bran, the host.

Everyone cheered and started to pick up there unfinished food and beverages, making their way to the back door in the direction of the nearby park. Some hand in hand with their sweetheart-or, one night stands.

I just walked through the front door. A little late to the party. I was the new kid, and I was suppose to meet a friend here. So I looked around. Didnt see him. But I did see tons of people heading in one direction, so I decided to follow the crowd. I stepped in the kitchen, and saw that it was a pure disator of food. I looked around to see a few people walking outside with drinks and stuff in their hands, so I grabbed a couple of things. Then I made my way out of the door.

It was a chilly April night, so I pulled my jacket tighter around me, and walked behind the crowd, examining my surroundings. Nothing out of the ordinary.

A couple of minutes later, we all arrived. I noticed some people grabbed blankets and a few pillows. There was enough for everyone and then some. Everyone went off to find a good spot for their group, lover, friend, or themselves. They were everywhere. By the lake, on the bench, under the tree, on the wall, on the playground. Everywhere. But there was always enough room. 

Feeling lonley, I backed up into the shadows of the playground. Under the slide and walkway that is. There is nothing worse than being seen alone. Appering to have no friends. Which I didnt, but they didnt have to know that. Not many of them knew me, and I didnt need them coming up with conclusions and spreding rumors. Becuase thats what jerks do to new kids. Pick on them. Well, I wasnt going to have it.

I leaned against the thick sturdy pole and looked around. And there she was. Glowing like the angel she is. Ive never seen her around school before. Is she new? Well what would I know? I just moved in a couple of days ago.

She had on a red nice looking shirt that showed off just enough clevage, and conceled just enough skin. Next she wore dark skinny jeans that fit her legs perfect, with red flats. Her flats had little gold studs at the toes, which mathched her gold bangles and huge hoop earrings. To top it all off, her hair was very poofy and curly, but was swept to the side in a cute kind of way. Keeping he hair in place were red and gold pins. It didnt look messy, but stylish. Like she knew what she was doing. I suppose she did. Her make up did her justice as well. She had just enough so she didnt look like a clown, but looked like a regular teen who put in the effort. She didnt look like a nerd, but she didnt look like a slut either.

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