SNICKERS || Seth Clearwater ✔️ [SLOW UPDATES]

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I woke up early Sunday morning, tripping over the clothes on the floor of my messy, half packed, new room.

I quickly stumble over my carpeted floor and into my closet, grabbing my already picked out outfit and running into my connected bathroom, trying my best to make up for lost time.

I cannot be late, not on my first day, that's like the one thing that can get you fired on a job as simple as mine; a corner store.

I shrug on the white button up long sleeved shirt and zip up the fly on my black pencil skirt. Grabbing a granola bar out of the huge cardboard box, I shove it into my mouth and swipe my black heels up into my grasp.

I use my other hand to snatch my phone off the side table bowl and slip into the humid outside air. I lock my door by using a jumper cable and spin around, swallowing the last of my granola bar and shoving my phone into my purse.

I practically fly down my old and worn out wooden steps and scamper my feet down the side walk.

"Fuck," I mutter, glancing at my worm out leather watch, and taking my chances by using the short cut.

I sprint through the forest, dodging roots and trees. I've always had a passion for the mysteries lurking in every forest. My feet seem to guide through it expertly.

I let out an alarmed squeal when my feet come to a halt when my body is lurched into a solid, hard, warm thing.

My body bounces off the surface and is plunged backwards, nearly throwing my into a tree several feet behind me, if it weren't for strong, muscular arms wrapping around my waist and lower back.

I gasp, as I'm being pulled into a chest, warm and hard, yet comforting and homey. My arms are pushed up to my chest, in between ours, and my fingertips graze the skin on his neck, exchanging sparks between us.

I look up and my eyes widen, looking directly into brown, soft orbs, and I trail mine along the man's face, taking in his tan complexion and soft features that make up his face.

The world seems to stop completely, as if the earth stopped rotating and the planets stopped revolving around the sun. Like everything and everyone stopped to give us a minute and watch.

"I'm– uh– s-sorry," I stutter out, glancing around and at his chest almost unsure of it all.

He keeps quiet, still staring at me in an unreadable way. I bite my lip, praying to god that time stops so I won't be late for my first day on the job.

"I– um– have somewhere to... to be.." I mumble, uneasy because of the way his arms are locked around me in the most comfortable way.

He snaps out of his daydream, unlooping his arms from me but keeping his warm hands on my forearms, letting his right one drift down to my left hand; and holding it.

My stomach does a few flips and I try to hide behind my hair, feeling the blush creep up my neck like an undercover ninja.

"Let's go then," he whispers, his body so close to mine that I feel his breaths lick down my ear and neck.

I gulp and nod, starting to walk again, and he steps into pace nicely, keeping up to me in sync.

He stays quiet, but I can feel his eyes staring at me almost the whole time, and his thumb continuously runs over the back of my hand, soothing my nerves unknowingly.

Once I hit the edge of the forest, I grin when I see the store across the street, the ocean and beach to my left and the road continuing to my right, curving.

I grab a napkin out of my purse and get all of the dirt and mud off of my feet and out from between my toes. Once I'm done, I quickly slip my heels on and walk across the worn out pavement.

Inhaling deeply, I grasp then handle of the door. Taking one last breath, I glance back at the unknown man who left a large dent in my schedule and memory today.

He stays at the edge of the forest, smiling back at me, and I blush back in response. I spin around and open the door, taking my first step into the crisp air and minty air conditioning.