Trapped [Complete]

Chapter 12

Paisley’s POV

Flashback

I walked down the hallway with Sienna and Rachel, dropping both of them off at Spanish class. I continued to walk down the hallway to my english class, but I swore I could feel someone following me. When I turned around, I quickly discovered I was right. The guy following me had a unruly short, curly hair, deep brown eyes and very white teeth.

I quickly stop walking and he bumps into me. “Are you following me?” I question him, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“What?”

“You’re following me. Who are you?” I ask skeptically.

He runs a hand through his hair. “Spencer. Spencer O’Connor.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

I furrow my eyebrows, “Why follow me?”

“Well you’re Paisley Hunter.”

“Yes, yes I am.”

A cute crooked grin wipes itself across his face. One that makes me smile, “Oh, I was following you to make sure it was actually you. I have news for you.”

“Oooookaay... Shoot.”

“One day... we’re gonna be married.”

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I was standing at my locker at the end of the day, putting all my books away and waiting for Sienna to come and meet me before practice after school. I was leaned down trying to fit my biology book in my locker when he came up. “Come with me to the winter dance.”

I finally shoved my biology book in my locker, shut it and looked at him, “Excuse me?” Who does he think he is, just demanding that I go to the dance with him?

“I asked you to go to the winter dance with me.”

I grinned, “sorry, I only go to dances with people I’m dating. Plus, I’m thinking about going to see a movie or something. Ya know, I wanna be a movie critic when I grow up.”

“I know now,” he replied, smiling. “What are you going to go see?”

My smile never faded, “I have no clue. Who knows maybe I’ll do a TV show marathon. Oh, and sorry about not being able to go to the dance with you.”

“You’re gonna go with me. I promise.” He lends me his hand and helped me up.

“I did just tell you I couldn’t go with you because we’re not dating, yes?”

He nodded, “Yes. I’ll see you later, Paisley Hunter.”

Two days later I found a note in my locker that read, If convenient meet me by my locker (2017), if inconvenient, come anyways.

SO

I approved greatly of the way he signed the note, totally Sherlock-like, so I met him at his locker. It took me a bit to find it, but I eventually did, thankful that I didn’t have dance practice until three. I went home that day with a smile on my face, a single rose in my hand, a winter dance ticket, and a boyfriend.

This was more than Sienna and Rachel could say, but it didn’t seem to bother them. Sienna’s whole life was track, cross country and reading. She ran faster than anyone I’d ever met before, and when she wasn’t reading, she was running with her ipod playing audiobooks.

Rachel was just, Rachel. It was obvious to everyone but Sienna that Rachel was head over heels for Alex, even though he was a junior and we were just eighth graders. She spent quite a bit of her time in the art studio her mom rented with her brother, Riley. Riley was something else. He played guitar and sang for Rachel while she painted and they would dance around the studio.