CHAPTER ELEVEN | WHAT THE HELL
***I gasped and tried to push Mathew off. What the hell was he trying to do?
"What's wrong?" he asked again, his face now an inch away from mine.
I couldn't even think straight. But, I managed to blurted out,
"I-I'll tell you if y-you let m-me go..."
He smirked slightly. "I knew I was making you uncomfortable."
I tried to glare at him. He got the message and stepped away from me. I gulped in as much oxygen as I could and glared at him properly.
"What was that for?" I hissed, rubbing my wrists.
He shrugged. "I don't know. Now, spill."
I rolled my eyes. He arched his eyebrows.
"Don't make me do that again," he threatened.
I huffed, but didn't push it. I sat back in the bed and picked the locket up again.
"It's just, my parents - foster ones - have to go to New York every two months or so," I mumbled. "I know it's because of me, but I don't know the specific reason. And...and they're usually gone a week, but a month has gone by, and they're still not home."
"And that's is?" he asked.
I was about to say, "Uh, no, you're part of the reason as well," but decided against it.
"Yeah."
He broke into a grin. "Okay, good, because I was scared for a moment there."
I frowned in confusion. What?
"You have nothing to worry about," he assured. "I'm sure they'll be back soon. Nothing will happen to them, Teri."
"You don't know my real parents," I protested.
"And neither do you," he pointed out. "Relax, Tessa, and enjoy what's around you."
I sighed. "If you say so."
"Awesome." He grinned. "Come on, let's go watch a movie. The night is still young."
"It's ten," I retorted.
"Exactly," he laughed. "A Netflix marathon?"
"Sure."
"I'll go get some snacks," he offered.
I shrugged. "Sure."
"Pop tarts?"
"Sure."
"Say something other than sure," he huffed.
"Sure."
I laughed at his pout. He stuck his tongue out at me - which was really cute, by the way - and left the room.
I let out a shaky breath and tied my hair up into a pony tail, making sure nothing fell into my eyes. It helped me think a little better for some reason.
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