chapter thirteen

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I walked back home, despair and sadness on my shoulders, why did he run away?

Did I do something wrong?

Ugh I don't know.

I trudged through my house and bumped into Mark on my way.

Great.

It's my lucky day.

"Anthony! Oh god I almost had a heart attack! Where were you?!" He shouted as he grabbed my shoulders.
"You know what's happening Anthony you can't just disappear when you please, for gods sake we had the police on the phone!"

Oops.

"I just went for a, uh- walk." I reply.

Mark looked at me sceptical and ignored it.

He then walked off upstairs and told my mum I was safe, she then came down and gave me a lecture.

I went to my to my room and continued to pack my stuff.

I sigh and collapse on my bed.

No matter what I did.

I can't get those dam blue eyes out my head.

He's like a drug, just addictive.

God and he was an amazing kisser.

I hit the jackpot.

I got to go back tomorrow though I need to see him again.

While I was in thought my phone rang.

I didn't bother to look at the contact name and just picked up.

"Hello?" I say groggily into the phone.

"Hello is this Mr. Anthony Daniel Padilla?" The person asks, a masculine, deep voice.

"Yes." I answer, scared and confused.

"We saw you Mr. Padilla, we're going to arrange a meeting we'll arrange a place and time, so we can have a little chitchat about this exposition you've been on." They say.

I sit up, alert and anxious.

"What expedition?" I ask, do they know? Oh god.

"You're little trip outside the dome."

(A/N OOOH A CLIFFHANGER AYO)

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