Dear, Chloe

like... hoggwarts?

I pull open the rusty door before sneaking up the faded green steps.l can't believe I'm actually doing this! Well, what If I'm actually in trouble or someone is in fact out to kill me? I don't know but I won't bother myself with it.

"Hey. " I look up from my little strip of paper that says the number of the room I was supposed to go in, to see a tall well-built guy leaning against the door of the room.

"Hello." I whisper. He smiles smugly.  When he turns around I take in his features.  His skin is a glowing tan color, and his black hair is gelled up and coils at the top.  His electric blue irises make everything pop. Dang, he's cute.

"Are you... Bethany, right?" he asks. I nod and give him a questioning look.  How does he know my name? Is he stalking me? Is he the one who sent the letter? Is he gonna kill me?!?! I take a small step back.

He simply chuckles lightly. "No I'm not going to kill you. Your so adorable. No I'm a mind reading type."

"What?" I ask after a small pause. He studies me for a while.

"Oh that's right, you're new." he yanks his head back before shoving two fingers at me.

"What does that mean?" I inquire softly. He, again, studies me biting his lip causing me to flinch down a step.

"Are you good at art? Do you like it?"

"Well, yeah I like to draw but-"

"Never mind." he silences me. He runs a hand through his glossy dark hair and purses his perfect hot pink lips.

"Wait, wait, wait...You think my lips are perfect?" he smirks. How did he know I thought that? Did I say that out loud?

"No, like I said, I can read your mind." he speaks slowly.

"Impossible." I plant my hands on my hips.

"Oh really?" I nod. "Think about some thing anything at all."He crosses his arms over his chest. I can't help but notice his muscular arms roughly folded over his dark leather jacket.

"You're thinking of my awesome muscles and 'dark leather jacket. " I drop my jaw in marvel. "You know you're pretty descriptive in your head."

"How did you do that?" I ask stubbornly searching for some kind of ma-Higger that'll expose how he just read my mind.

"Ma-Higger? Nice vocab."

"Ugh!" I Grunt confused how he's doing that. He just chuckles at me clearly amused. When suddenly the door cracks open.

"I take it that's our cue."He steps into the mini apartment me trailing along after him. The walls are covered with a floral chipped wallpaper that somewhat reminds me of grandma's apartment though hers smells of mothballs and melted crayon wax.

We soon approach the living area which is empty aside from a torn up faded green sofa perched in a corner.

"Hello?" the room echos after me. Cute guy wanders the kitchen giving himself a tour.

"Chloe? C-chloe Monique?" I stammer searching for someone to explain what all this is about. "I don't think anyone's home." I inform...I really need to learn this guy's name.

"Don't bother, it's Adam." Oh my foam this is getting creepy.

"The letter didn't explain about us?" he asks tilting his head gently.

"Nope. What am I missing?" I ask him.

"Well if she didn't explain it in the letter then she probably wants to explain it to you herself." he takes a seat in a plastic chair set up in the kitchen next to a mini coffee table.