"why do you feel the need to be around her every second? why do you feel the need to protect her? why do feel the need to breath down her neck? Just..." she paused. "why her?"
"because of her beauty. because of her past. because of her secrets. beca...
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my eyes fluttered open as somebody placed their hand on my cheek. as my eyes adjusted, i realized i was in my bedroom with...
"timothy?" i stirred a bit and sat myself up. "what are you doing here? what happened?"
"honestly..." he paused "i don't think i even know"
at my confused expression and put down the ice pack that was previously on my forehead and shifted himself in a "cross cross applesauce" position on my bed.
"well, i came into your room to get the necklace emily left in here and a couple seconds later, this mysterious guy came in holding an unconscious you in his arms. long story short, he put you on your bed and told me to keep an eye on you, hence the ice pack. i didn't even know we had these" timothy explained
"did he tell you his name? what did he look like?" i asked trying to rack my brain for this 'mysterious' guy i was being told about.
"no, he didn't tell me anything beside making sure you were okay. shouldn't i be asking you these questions? you were the one unconscious in his arms" timothy said giving me a pointed look, i rolled my eyes and pushed him playfully.
"shut up" i sighed "the only thing i remember is venable telling me-us to go to our rooms, then my door creaked open and i went to go check it out-"
"seriously?" timothy asked incredulously, i ignored him and continued.
"there wasn't anything hallway but when i turned around i bumped into- what i thought was a wall but it was actually this really tall, really attractive guy." i said remembering the crystal blue eyes that stared back into my deep brown ones.
"didn't need that extra detail but whatever" timothy said sarcastically, i chuckled and shook my head.
"thank you for staying with me, timmy" i smiled using the nickname i gave him, timothy cringed and shook his head
"just for using that nickname, i take back my initial kindness" he joked, i watched as timothy made his way out my room for the wheels in my head began to turn.
the mystery man. i remember his as if he was an old friend, his bright blue eyes that probably held more secrets than i could ever imagine. his long blonde hair that sat atop his shoulders perfectly. his deep and calming voice that gave me thoughts I'd never had before. it all felt too familiar. i've had a fair share of boyfriends but none of them made me feel like he did, in every way.
all these thoughts made dull into a peaceful sleep, but not without the feeling of another presence in the room. before I could question myself, i fell into darkness
*~*
"my name is Langdon, and i represent the cooperative. now i won't sugarcoat the situation, humanity is on the brink if failure. my arrival here is crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth" i noticed emily and timothy gave me worried looks but I was captivated by the man in front of me.
i could barley hear what he was saying by the internal screaming that was going on in my head. it was the mystery man from last night! same eyes, same hair, same face, same voice; its all there. if there hadn't been anybody in the room with me I probably would've started screaming hundreds of profanities at the top of my lungs.
but i didn't, i couldn't.
all i could was sit and watch as the man, who had already introduced himself as Langdon, kept talking about the end of the world, him being here blah blah blah.
"i'll go first!" called out gallant, i narrowed my eyes at him but he was too interested in getting picked first.
"and you shall, but" he paused and his eyes snapped toward mine, "scarlett king will go first"
everyone's eyes found its way onto the side of my head, waiting for my reaction. maybe a gasp, a comment or remark but nothing came out. i kept my eyes on trained on the floor.
"seriously?! it's because she's young and hot! of course you'd choose her first!" coco whined, micheal made no move to respond to her or even acknowledge her. instead he held out his hand for me.
"what are we waiting for?"
*~*
"take a seat. make yourself comfortable" micheal said, holding the door open.
i kept checking my surroundings, why? i don't know. was i expecting something to pop out and stab me? probably.
as if i could ever make myself comfortable here
micheal let out a low chuckle and sat himself on the chair near his desk,
did i say that out loud?!
it felt like time was standing still. micheal just sat at his desk staring at me like i was his most prized possession. my eyes were glued to my hands that were folded neatly on my lap. i was sure that if i looked at him for too long, i'd be in some hypnotic trance that i would never be able to get out of.
"so is this how this whole thing works? i come in, we have a staring competition and you decide if i get to live or not?" i asked with a hint of sarcasm, micheal smirked and sat back in his seat triumphantly.
"why make a decision i've already made?" my head snapped up at the sound of this
"y-you have?" micheal's smirk widened as he stood up from his seat and stood in front of me, leaning against his desk.
"well, for you that is"
"so, are you...gonna kill me?" i asked hesitantly, i noticed his hands tighten around the corners of the table when i asked and his face contorted into a confused and angry expression.
he bent down to my eye level and placed his hand on my thigh, "i would never hurt you, not again" he muttered the last part but i heard it as clear as day. especially with him being so close.
"again?" micheal gave me a small smile and quickly stood up, going back to his mean and emotionless demeanor.
"this interview is over, for now. call in mr gallant" he said with his back facing me.
not wanting to question my sanity any longer, i immediately stood up and started making my way out the door, but not before i heard micheal mutter something under his breath,
