Chapter 4- Run Away

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Storming out of Noah's house was not how I expected to spend my morning. I was even more furious than I had started out, and I didn't even know how to deal with this anger. Most people would scream, or hit something, or cry, but I wasn't sure what emotions to feel right now so I didn't do anything. I basically just sat in my room with my arms crossed on my chest, and my lips pressed firmly together in a pout. I clenched my fist, having the sudden urge to punch something-or someone.

I stayed sitting on my bed, legs and arms crossed while I pouted. I didn't know what to do now; my dad was busy helping out our new neighbours, my dog bouncing around at his feet. That traitor dog left me sitting all alone in my room.

I felt the cool wind come in from the window, the breeze slapping against my skin. It felt nice as it rubbed gently against my skin, just barely touching the surface. I had my sweater rolled up to my elbows, and the breeze that blew through my window caused slight chills to run through me.

I stood up off my bed, finally done with my pouting, and walked over to the window. Instead of closing the window and cutting off the chilling breeze, I leaned over and stuck my head slightly outside.

I could just see the sparkling blue ocean around the back of the two houses. We were up on a cliff so looking out at the sun high in the sky, and reflecting off the water made me feel at peace for the first time today. There was a small pathway just behind our neighbours house that would lead you to a set of stairs that then travelled all the way down to the sandy waterfront.

However, the previous owners of the house told my dad that it was safe to jump off the tiny cliff and into the water. Being the daredevil my dad is, he decided to jump off the cliff and into the dark water below. Cliff jumping was never really my thing, but my dad loved it and tried to convince me many times to try with him. I was the complete opposite of my dad, afraid of heights and too scared to get to the edge. I could never do something like that.

Having an amazing view out of my window was the best, especially when no one was next door. I use to curl up by the window all the time, or read a book on the window ledges seat. I would have pillows thrown all over the nook, and I even once brought my kettle up here so I wouldn't have to keep going downstairs to make more tea. The seat beside the window was probably my favourite part of my room. However, now that Noah and his family moved in I don't think I'll be enjoying the windowsill seat anymore.

The breeze that came off the water was magnificent. I leaned further out the window, peering down at the water and breathing in a calming breath that was much needed.

"Don't fall," a deep voice said.

I jumped back, startled. Instead of pulling my head in through the large window, I jumped up and banged the top of my head on the window frame. I cursed as I reached up and grabbed the spot where I had just hit, hearing faintly on the background a laughing voice.

"That was not funny," I said, a small smile slowly pulling at the corners of my mouth.

I pulled my head back in through my window, turning around and expecting to see my dad's lanky figure standing there. Instead I was left with a blank room, and no one else in here but myself. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to figure out where the voice was coming from. My mind was racing with thoughts, but only one dominated. Turn around.

Listening to my head before my heart, I quickly spun around and looked out my window again. As I sat on my windowsill I lifted my gaze to the house next door. All emotion was swept off my face as the boy with black hair and baby blue eyes stood at the window opposite of mine.

"You've got to be kidding me," I mumbled, loosing all previous emotion on my face.

"I guess we will be seeing a lot more of each other love," he laughed, a smirk on his pale face. I could hear a slight accent in his voice, especially when he called me love. As quickly as I heard his slight accent, he made is disappear again.

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