The One That Got Away (On-hold and Under Editing)

❤ Seven - Deal? ❤

❤ Chapter Seven - Deal? ❤

I could've fainted right then and there. No really, I could've. But Mr.Burkley interrupted before I got the chance to.

Mr. Burkley was a man who always wore suits. He had salt-and-pepper hair and a nice smile on his face. He cleared his throat.

"Miss Green, you have a guest," he said, clasping his hands together. I stepped inside the room, which smelled of coffee and... ink? He shut the door behind me, and I would've done anything to escape the situation I was in.

An awkward silence enveloped the room, except for the woman in the corner, who was still chatting away on her earpiece. Finally, Travis Jones spoke up.

"Um, Piper, I want to introduce myself," he started, rather shyly. Travis Jones had the typical golden-boy look. A thick mop of hair, a killer smile, and a good attitude. Too bad all those traits made me want to puke. Well, except for the good attitude part. And the thick mop of hair part. And the killer smile part... Okay, nothing about him made me want to puke at all, but that's not the point!

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "No need, Travis. Everybody knows who you are," I said sourly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him flinch at my tone. And I chose to ignore the pang of guilt I felt when he did. Ugh, why can't I be mean and get away with it?!

He inhaled sharply, probably about to say something to me when I cut him off.

"Why are you here?"

"I need to talk to you in private."

"Why? I don't see anything wrong about conversing here," I said.

"Please," he begged, his dark brown eyes pleading.

I sighed. "Fine." We stepped out of the office and he led me towards a corner in the building, somewhere near the science laboratory that hardly anyone uses.

"Okay, spill."

"I'm sorry about the tweet. I'm sorry about coming here and messing up your day. It's just that I feel like I want to know you, you know? The time I saw you at the grocery store, and at the mall... I never got the chance to even say 'hi', all the more know your name. And I want to start over. So... can we?" he smiled a little. Wait, wait, wait, rewind. This boy, a famous Hollywood superstar, was asking to get to know me? Woah! How did this happen?!

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"I've told you. I want to get to know you better. And also, I'm sorry for telling the entire world that I'm in love with you. That was stupid of me."

"Way stupid," I mumbled.

"And I've enrolled here. So I could finally get the chance to get to know you. Can you forgive me and start over?"

I pondered that. Did I really want a famous celebrity following me around in the school, asking questions and causing drama and stress for me? Nuh-uh.

But then I looked up at his brown eyes, they looked like hot cocoa. Warm, inviting, relaxing, and--

"What will the public do when they find out, Jones? This whole school will be shrouded with paparazzi and none of us want that! Well maybe except for everyone but me. So let me re-phrase that. I don't want that!"

He looked at me with sad eyes. "I guess you're right."

"Yeah, I am."

"I'll just... cancel my enrollment. But I'm still staying here, though. That way I can still get to know you, just not during school hours," he beamed. I tried my best not to scream 'just fly back home to Los Angeles and stop thinking about me, you creepy stalker!' at the boy. Instead, we ran back to the principal's office and Travis told him about the cancelling of his enrollment.