Once I got the 'okay' from mum, we set off in Gabriel's car. It smells like mens deodorant and coffee. I sat deeply in the passenger seat. I could really get used to this. I wanted to stay like this forever, just with me and Gabriel. I suddenly remembered what Trent had said, 'I have no idea who, blondey or bad boy are, but they are bad news'. I made a silent laugh as I found out the boys nicknames, blondey, obviously Gabriel, and bad boy, must be Tyler. Why bad boy? I made a self note to find that out later. I felt queasy about Trents warning, I saw that Gabriel was driving straight to my house, I didn't bother telling him where it was. I felt dumb struck as he turned all the correct roads, and made my way to my house. He pulled into the driveway, and I don't think I've ever jumped out of a car so quickly. He looked at me questioningly, and hesitantly got out of the car. He slowly made his way to me.
"Hey you okay, you've gone pail." He raised his hand to touch my face but I jumped backwards. "Hey what's wrong?" He had strange expression on his face.
"Have you been following me home or something?" I asked my voice going high because I was frightened. He knew where I lived, I wasn't even going to go home, I would have stopped a couple of blocks away so he wouldn't know where I lived. His face paled quickly.
"I, um, well see it's hard to explain." He looked worried.
"Well, tell me, because I would like to know why you know where I live."
"I thought Tyler would be the first to bring this up. Look you will find out soon. I promise. You can trust me." He gave me a smile.
"Well how can I trust a stalker?" I quickly grabbed my bag and ran into the house. I ran straight past my mum, who looked at me with a worried expression. I ran straight to my room locking the door behind me I quickly jumped on my bed, put a pillow over my head and cried silently onto the silk sheets. As timed passed I finally fell asleep. Once again I felt the rush of wind through my thick brown hair, except this time I wasn't falling, I was flying. I was heading for the roof. I wasn't flying on my own, I could feel hands under my arms. I could feel the wind vibrating of his wings. I screamed for the person to stop. But no sound came out of my mouth. I could hear screaming from below me. I couldn't move. I soon as we almost hit the roof, I woke up, panting. I could hear my mum calling me down for dinner.
"Coming mum." I could feel my heart beating ten thousand miles per hour.
