What If (discontinued)

4: room 103 strangers are cool

"If you can't say nuffin' nice, don't say nuffin' at all."

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Charlotte's P.O.V

Ugh why does this guy have to live an hour away!?

I don't even have a ride and it's probably 8:00 PM right now. Ugh. So much walking..

I then see apartments coming into view. Just have to find 103 D.

95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, and finally 103. Jeez, that took a long time.

Knock knock.

I hear the door creak open and what I see is pretty surprising.

No pizza boxes, no Red Bull's? No papers? Drinks? What the heck. I thought this would be super messy. Man this guy is strange.

"Hey, who are you!?" I hear a male voice yell.

I quickly turn around to see Donovan- hopefully Donovan - holding a dagger.

"I have a dagger!" He waves it around. "A-and I'm not afraid to use it!!"

I roll my eyes, "Well no shit, Sherlock. I can clearly see it. You're waving it around like a madman."

"Well I wouldn't have to if you weren't here!"

I look down, "Look.." I clear my throat, "I-I'm sorry, I don't want to do this, but I have to."

His eyes look frantic, "Look, what ever I did, I'm sorry! I really am! I promise."

I think back to what mother said. I have to do this.

But you can't and won't. This is wrong! What if you're wrong and have the wrong guy! Please!

"Man, your making this really har-" I stop my sentence seeing Donovan's dagger in my stomach.

This isn't pretty. I start seeing red spots on my old white shirt. Of course.

Donovan's hands go over his mouth, "I-I- I'm so sorry."

I use my telekinesis to bring him closer to me.

I whisper in his ear, "Smart move bud," And knock him out.

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I then hear groaning and a small 'where am I?'

"Hey, can you be quiet my mother might hear you."

"Where am I?" He asks.

"My room. Look I usually don't do this- actually scratch that I never do this. And I'm really sorry."

"Please don't kill me." My eyes widen and look over at him.

I stand up and give him a cup of water. "Look I was going to kill you, but I decided not to."

"Why?" I narrow my eyes at him. "It's none of your business, Donovan."

"How do you know my name?" I rub my eyes, "Just go to sleep I'll tell you in the morning, okay?"

He then snaps, "Don't I deserve to know, why I'm here? I mean I was just doing some homework."

I groan, "Fine. But I'll tell you only a little." He smiles widely, "You posted something that was a threat to me."

His eyebrows furrow, "Oh, that video! Wait, that was you?"

"Well, yes. And you're lucky I found you first. Or you would've been dead by now."

His eyes widen, "It was really that bad?" I nod my head, "Yeah, your probably being hunted right now. So your welcome."

He mutters a small 'thanks' before plopping back into my bed, "Well, before I go to sleep. What's your name?"