I AM SO FRUSTRATED RIGHT NOW. JUST WROTE LIKE HALF OF CHAPTER FOUR AND THEN INSTEAD OF GETTING SAVED IT HAD TO GET DELETED.
Oooh.
So, who do you think the mysterious guy is?
Well, this chapter will be quite focused on him, more introductory, so I'm terribly sorry if it sways a little from the story line and becomes too much description.
First off, I would like to thank all my readers for giving me the honour of having over 100 reads in the space of a week. A big THANK YOU X
Continue to read if you haven't yet abandoned my book, because this chapter will be awesome. I promise...and it's also the last chapter for Friday- at least I hope.
I'm guessing you all have plenty of questions to ask, like, Who is he? Why was he following her? Was he following her? Is the button his? Is he good or bad? et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
And in all honesty- only one or two of those questions will be answered- completely.
One more thing you should know. Alice doesn't tend to fall easily for boys. So the fact she thought then and there that our mystery man was 'good-looking' with one or two extra 'very's, shows just how striking he must be.
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Well. This wasn't in the slightest bit awkward.
Not moving. Not talking. Not even breathing.
(In fact, I would've been dead if I wasn't breathing, so I guess that isn't right. Did you know that breathing is actually one of our body's natural reflexes, it just makes everything easier, if it was like feeling pain or something, you'd have to think, you'd have to remember to breathe. And with the amount of things our brain already has to deal with, we wouldn't last a day. Sorry, I confess. I'm a science geek- and proud).
Nevertheless, I studied my follower. I was leaning against a tree as though I was fragile and would break without it's support, had mud cakes for feet and a nest for hair, whilst the boy in front of me, looked perfectly unscathed.
There were a few blotches of mud here and there, but other than that, he could've just walked out of the shower and put on some old clothes.
Let me guess: he looked about my age, although a lot taller 6ft maybe? And I was 5ft3? WOW. He had dark hair, possibly black, can't really see in the light of the night, I think he was quiet fair. Couldn't see the colour of his eyes, however I could see his clothes.
He was wearing black jeans, a tight black t-shirt and a duffel coat. He looked like a Burberry model (bit more...toned though.) I love Burberry models; Eddie Redmayne, Douglas Booth, Sam Claflin, Alex Pettyfer, Max Irons, Jamie Campbell Bower...so many of my favourite Brits for my favourite brand).
British and hot- literally hot, I bet he was so nice and warm with that coat, and here I am; hair flying and ripped clothes. Remind me again why I'm not shivering?
I knew I shouldn't have taken my coat off when we got back to the car.
Woah, hold up- did I just call this guy hot? I can't believe I'm drooling over Burberry models in my head and have now, indirectly, called this guy hot.
I called a guy hot. A guy I don't know. A guy who was chasing me in the woods. A guy who...
Is smirking at me right now.
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