Track list for this chapter:
Anything Could Happen - Ellie Goulding
Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People
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Claire's POV
Both texts are from the nameless guy.
*Daydreaming about me or what? ;)*
*And I've got a question to ask you*
I reply, *I will answer anything, but first I need to know your name.*
*Evans, Ryder Evans*
I stare at the text on the screen. The name is different like I hoped.
*Ok Ryder, what is that you wanted to ask me?*
*I was hoping to take a special girl on date. Do you have anyone in mind?*
*Sorry my mom is married*
*Haha very funny but I was hoping that you'd go out with me next Friday*
*Are you sure you can keep up with me?*
*I think I'm capable of handling you, Claire ;)*
*Pick me up @ 7 and don't be late*
*I knew there was something I liked about you*
Ryder Evans is taking me on an actual date. The thought is suprising and horrid at the same time. I don't know the dude, except his name.
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This week has been dragging. It's barley Tuesday and I'm ready for a fucking break. At least the poetry slam will be held today. I am in the top 15 moving on to the next round. I'm going to recite a poem that I've been working on for a while.
"How'd your date go with Taylor?" I ask Gavin while wiggling my catipillar eyebrows, or so Gavin calls them.
He laughs, standing behind the counter, "It was great, we went to watch a chick flick and got ice cream afterwards."
"You didn't save me some? What kind of a friend are you?" I joke, "And that's good to hear."
"Claire, is there something you're hiding from me?", he slowly strides to me.
"What do you mean?"
"You seem happier today, now spill."
"Fine, I met this guy, we started texting, and he asked me out but no biggie."
"Uh yes biggie. You haven't been on a date since -" he stops and my heart aches. "Claire, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up."
"It's okay."
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Finally, after what seems like an eternity, it's almost time to close up the cafe.
"Could you grab my things from the back while I check the cash registers?" Gav asks.
I nod and walk to the back. He told me his combination in case he forgets, which is always. I unlock his locker and grab his keys and coat. A scream towards the front startles me.
I run as fast as I could. Just as I turn the corner, I'm horrified at what is in front of me. I face a guy with a mask, holding Gavin against the wall. In his hand is a gun, pointing it directly at his head. Everyone else is silently on the ground.
"Give me the money in the cash register or else I shoot him!" He raises his deep voice. The look on Gavin's face tells me that I need to do something quickly.
My heart pounds against my chest as if it were to explode any moment now. I just remembered that I have my phone in my back pocket. I slowly open the cash register and purposefully drop money on the floor. I bend down, pull my phone out from behind the counter and frantically dial 911.
"Chicago Police Department, what's your emergency?"
"There's a robbery at Dana's Cafe on the corner of Falby Lane.", I whisper.
"Hurry the fuck up!", the robber shouts.
I try and buy some time. "Give me a sec.", I say while walking slowly towards the man.
The police sirens get louder and louder. "I'm gonna give you 5 seconds before this bullet goes through his skull." He threatens. "5...4...3...2..."
"CPD, Freeze!" The police officers come barging in. A gunshot echos through the building.
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Intensity
Dla nastolatkówClaire Sherwood has this thing with poetry. She doesn't like sharing much, but when it comes to writing or reciting poems, it's something different. Claire meets this boy who enters into her life when she most needs him. She finds out that he's not...
