DISCONTINUED❤️FOREVER MINE » JASON MCCANN

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I walked towards Kylie's locker with frustration in my eyes. My body started to tense up. Was I really about to do this? I hesitantly tapped her shoulder. "Hey, how are— what's wrong?" Her smile disappeared. I wasn't surprised that she knew something was wrong. I had bags under my eyes, and a frown was plastered on my face. I hadn't slept for two days.   "I need to talk to you about something." I explained. I told her about what was going on, and she insisted that I tell my mom. I couldn't though, not yet. I had to make sure this wasn't some prank.

                            
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I walked out the back of the school. This way was always faster for me when I decided to walk home.   I took the shortcut through the park. As I was walking, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, but I didn't see anything. Okay then?

I slowed down my pace. As I crossed the street, I spotted a black van.  I've seen the van before, but where? Just to make sure I wasn't being delusional, I slowly started to walk in the other direction. About five minutes later, I turned around to see the same van. My heart felt like it dropped out of my chest. What the fuck?

I squinted my eyes to get a better look at who was driving. I couldn't see anything because the windows were tinted. After a minute or two, The van quickly sped down the street. I turned to the side to see a male figure. I slightly jumped up. "Hey, are you okay?" The man asked me.  He had blonde hair with brown eyes.  He looked very attractive. Almost like a model. "Y-yeah, I'm fine" I told him.  I didn't realize I was staring until a smile appeared on his face.

He quickly looked across the street where the van was parked. "Were you being followed?" He looked at me confusingly. "No" I looked away. "I can walk you home if you'd like. I wouldn't want such a beautiful girl to walk alone in these streets. By the way I'm Justin. Justin McCann." He informed me. The name sounded familiar. He placed his hand out for me to shake. I shook his hand. As I pulled my hand back, I noticed that he wouldn't  let go of it. "Oh, sorry." He smirked at me. "I'm Isabella, also, you don't need to walk me ho—" I explained as he cut me off. " I insist" he reassured me. His eyes got really dark when I rejected him. Feeling scared, I accepted his offer. "Okay" I said.

We walked towards the area that I lived in. Neither of us had said a word. It was silent. I heard Justin's breathing. It sounded unsteady, irregular, like he was worried about something. This was becoming very awkward. I decided to make small talk. "So Justin, where do you live?" I asked him. "That's a little personal, don't you think?" He chuckled. Says the guy that decides to walk a total stranger home. " I guess" I shrugged my shoulders.  He crossed the street, and I followed him.

After a few minutes, we got to my house. "Thank you for walking me home" I smiled at him. "Anytime. You shouldn't walk alone at this time, the streets aren't safe" A stern expression plastered on his face. He seemed upset, or mad.  I walked into my house, closing and locking my door. "That was weird" I thought to myself.  I guess he was just trying to be nice.

As I walked towards my room, I couldn't get the thought of Justin out of my head. His name sounded very familiar to me.

Justin McCann

He was very attractive, and when he called me beautiful—Isabella stop. You'll never see him again. He's a stranger. He walked you home because he didn't want you walking alone. Nothing more.

Sigh

Tomorrow was the Masquerade Ball, and I wasn't sure if I was going. My mom had gotten me a dress, but I felt unsafe. Like I was being watched. I grabbed the towel off my bed, and walked towards the bathroom. Turning the shower on, I walked back to my room and grabbed my phone, just in case my mom tried to call. I hopped into the shower, slowly rinsing myself. I washed my hair thoroughly , making sure to get all of the shampoo out.

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After I was done showering, I walked back to my room, and quickly dried myself off. While blow drying my hair, I noticed a piece of paper on my bed. "You're so beautiful" the note read.

I felt my heart beat pounding out of my chest. What the fuck? This wasn't funny anymore. "Leave me the hell alone!" I yelled out ripping the paper. I uncontrollably started crying. As I cried, I heard footsteps downstairs. "Mom?" I yelled out.

No answer.

"Mom? Is that you?" I yelled out again. I heard the footsteps walk towards my room. I felt scared as hell now. My door slightly opened. I saw a familiar figure.

"Justin?" I questioned. "Why are you in my house? And how did you even get in?" I asked. What the hell?

"You left your door unlocked. Didn't I tell you to be careful?" He questioned me. He looked furious, as if I was his child and I disobeyed him. "I thought I did." I told him. Why am I explaining myself to a guy I just met. "I heard you screaming. Is everything okay? Did someone hurt you?" He asked me. "N-no." I told him. My mouth felt dry. I didn't know what else to say.

"Why are you so concerned? It's not like you're my boyfriend" I told him. His eyes darkened. I could see his body tense up. He looked hurt. Why did this guy care about me so much? "I guess I'm a caring guy that likes to look after others." he snickered. His eyes went back to normal.

Bipolar much?

"Well, I appreciate you checking up on me. Can you ring the doorbell next time though? Even if it's unlocked?" I told him. He simply nodded. I walked him downstairs, making sure he didn't try coming in again. I swear I locked the door? I guess I didn't.

Today has been a long day. It was only 4pm. I was exhausted. I put my phone on the nightstand beside my bed, and laid down. I was finally going to get some sleep. My eyes started to slowly close, then everything turned black.