First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 46

Liza's P.O.V

May, 25th, 2016 / Wednesday

After David's unexpected visit yesterday and all the emotions he caused, I didn't get much sleep last night. No matter how bad I wanted to fall into slumber, my eyes decided to betray me. I tossed and turned in my bed until I finally managed to pass out in the early hours of the morning. And because I'm a person with an enormous lack of luck, my alarm picked today of all days in the year to decide not to wake me up. I ended up oversleeping and I'm almost sure that I'm going to be late. I'm never late to school. Never! And I don't plan on doing it now - at the end of my last high school year. I had exactly 15 minutes to wash my face and teeth, get dressed, put some order in my stubborn hair and make a sad attempt to hide the bags under my eyes.

7 minutes, a good amount of concealer and foundation and a messy bun later I take one last look in the mirror, cringing internally at my unsatisfying reflection before I grab my backpack and make my way out of the room. I have my make-up bag with me, so I can try again to fix my tired face at school. I could really use Gabbie's skills right now.

As soon as I unlock and open the door of my room the delicious mouth-watering sweet smell of pancakes floats in the air around me. I take a good big wiff before my feet freeze in the middle of a step. My eyes carefully scan the floor for an unexpected guest and I let out a sigh of relief when I see it's empty. My parents would definitely wake me up on time if they're back earlier, but 2 days ago when I talked to my mother she said they'll be back in a week. There's no noise coming from downstairs and if they're home it would have definitely been louder. So that option is out and I'm left with the second one. The scary one - someone is in my house.

A wave of panic and fear rushes through my body when I realize that I'm not alone and the fact that the only way out is through the door on the first floor makes me even more scared. I have no choice, but to be extremely quiet when I try to escape from my own house. It takes me a second to pull myself together before I step out of the safety my room provides. Step after step I finally make it to the staircase when it hits me. If there was a murderer here with me, he definitely wasn't going to waste his time to make himself a nice breakfast and wait for me to wake up so we can share it. Or maybe he's a weird psycho who likes to prepare a meal for his victims before killing them. I shiver from the thought and shake my head to get rid of it.

Two things happen when my right foot touches the first step. 1) A shattering sound, coming from the kitchen echoes through the entire house. 2) Being my clumsy self, I lose balance and land on my butt with a loud scream and a painful thud then, just to proceed with the bad luck, fall down the stairs (still on my butt) until I reach the first floor.

As I try to stand up, I hear his footsteps coming towards me. I'm so dead! I ignore the pulsating pain in my behind and decide to make a quick run towards the front door. I manage to make exactly two steps before two big arms wrap around my waist, suddenly trapping me into a tight hug. I open my mouth to scream for help, but one of the hands shuts me up, making me even more panicked. He's taller than me, his firm chest pressed against my back. He is so close that I can feel his heavy breathing, his warm breath fanning the exposed skin on my neck. But the weirdest part is that he smells like cinnamon.

"Good morning, princess!" My eyes widen when he whispers the nickname, his lips slightly brushing my ear, sending chills down my spine. His hands loosen their tight grip, freeing me from the sudden prison I was trapped in a moment ago, but not leaving my body. I slowly turn around to find the one person I definitely don't want to see right now. I blink once, twice to make sure the picture I'm seeing is real. And it is! David is standing right in front of me with a wide grin glued to his lips, his dark brown eyes studying my shocked face. I stay silent to comprehend the situation and after a second I just explode. Metaforically speaking, of course.