Trapped [H.S]

Chapter 2: Is He Who I Think He Is?

Chapter 2: Is He Who I Think He Is?

I wake up thinking about what happened yesterday. Why didn’t the wolf hurt me? Why did it lick me? Is it just luck or do I really taste that bad? Why do I feel bad about tasting so bad? So many questions spinning inside my head. Last night I fell asleep thinking about everything that happened. I saw his eyes even in my dreams. Deep purple, black rims. Just beautiful. I see his eyes every time I close my eyes, I feel his body weight on me every time I lay down. Maybe I have not yet recovered from the shock of being attacked by a wolf. I feel like going back into the forest just so I could see his thick fur flowing with the air. His eyes burning into mine. I don’t know if I’m going crazy but I really have this bad urge to feel his soft fur against my skin. Oh god! I need help!

“Jennifer, sweetheart, please come down..” I hear my father call me.

“Coming.”

I make my way towards the living room and see my dad standing with a bouquet of flowers in his hand looking at it like it’s going to blast any moment. “Yeah dad?”

“Honey bun, you didn’t tell me you have a boyfriend.” He says not shifting his eyes from the bouquet.

“Huh? Dad, I didn’t tell you because I don’t have one. You know your daughter is one of those ‘forever alone’ girls.”

“Oh really?” he asked narrowing his eyes.

“Yeah. Why do you ask?” I asked confused.

“These are for you.” he said handing me the bouquet. “By some boy named Harry.”

“Wait, What? I got a bouquet of flowers from an unknown boy named Harry? Wow. That’s weird.” I ask. Ew. Whoever this guy is doesn’t know that I don’t really like flowers. Especially roses, I hate them. I have never been a girl who likes stuffs like flowers or teddy bears. I am more into motorbikes and football.

“Whoever it is, doesn’t know you don’t like flowers.” My father shrugs. He pats my shoulder and leaves.

After taking a shower I get changed into my standard black shorts and pink tank top. I enter the kitchen and then realization hit me. I feel like my world is falling apart, everything around me goes black “orange juice got over yesterday.....” NOOOOOOOO! Ugh. I put on my black converse and head out for Walmart with my headphones on. I just can’t leave the house without my headphones, they are a part of my soul.

“Dad, I’m taking your car. I need to buy orange juice.” I shout and grab his car keys. If there is something my dad loves more than his life, is his car. He calls is his ‘baby’. You can’t imagine how many times my mum has fought with him just because she thought he was talking to her, but actually he was talking to his baby. i.e., his car. Before he could protest I ran out of the door.

15 minutes later I park my dad’s car into the parking lot and hurry in to the store.

Orange juice. I need orange juice. I run to the juice’s section as fast as I can. Just as the juice section comes into my view, a big broad figure blocks my view and I dash into it. “Ahhh!” I squeak and just as I was about to fall flat on my butt, I feel a hand wrap around my waist and pull me up. I open my eyes to see who saved my bum from getting hurt and I saw something I’ve been wanting to see since I woke up. Those eyes. Deep, royal purple with black rims. He pulls me close to his chest and his hands tighten around my waist and I feel something. Something I can’t express in words, some kind of a weird sensation, I don’t know. I shift my gaze from his eyes to his face. Dayum! This boy is hot!

“Did you like the flowers, sweet heart?” he says with a smirk. Wait. What!?

“You’re Harry?” I ask pushing him away from me. His smirk instantly drops for a second and then it replaces with a mischievous grin. “You got that right, sweet heart.” He says.

“Stop calling me a sweet heart. It’s irritating. I am not sweet and I definitely don’t have a sweet heart!” I say and try to walk past him. But before I could move a step he grabs my arm and pulls me closer. “Excuse me?” I say raising an eyebrow.

“I just wanted to know if you liked the flowers?” he asks with a serious tone.

I sigh and jerk my hand out of his grip. “No, I didn’t. I don’t like flowers or teddy bears. By the way, who are you? and how do you know me?”

He shoves his hands into his pockets and stared at me for a couple of seconds before opening his mouth to speak but I cut him off “Look, I don’t wanna know. Please move, I need my OJ.” He shrugged his shoulders and took a step aside. I grabbed my bottle of OJ and walked off without another glace at his adorable face.

The queue for payment was enormous. I don’t understand why people buy so many things, I mean, don’t you have enough already?

Finally after 10 minutes my turn to pay comes. Halleluiah!

“That will be $2.50.”

“Yeah, just a sec.” Before I could remove my wallet a hand comes from behind me holding a card between his pointer and middle finger. “Here” he says to the cashier. I turn around and see Harry smiling at me.

“What are you doing?” I ask him

“What does it look like?” he answers my question with a question.

“You don’t have to pay for my stuff! I don’t even know you!” I say frustrated.

“But I want to.” He shrugs.

“Please can you guys take whatever this is outside? We’re in a line here!” a middle aged man shouts from the queue behind us.

“We’re just leaving.” Harry says and grabs the bottle of OJ and my hand and pulls me out of the store.

First the wolf and now this, What is going on in my life?