The Seventh Seal

Chapter Two

A/N: Guess who's back, back. Back again. Michelle is back, back. Tell a friend. Seriously. How long has it been? 

Chapter Two

I lifted my head slightly, stopping and eyeing the guy that stood in front of me. He was scarily atractive, and looked like nothing I'd ever seen. But that was bizarre--I was just freaking myself out. He was a guy with a lot of tattoos in an alley, and I was walking home alone. 

I was screwed. 

"Uhm...who are you?" I asked, moving my hand slightly in my pocket book to find my keys, slipping the biggest key I had in between my middle and ring finger, ready to jab him in the throat if I had to. It looked like I wouldn't, though, as he lifted his hands in the air, a smirk crossing his pink lips as he mocked surrender. 

"Doesn't matter, love, just making a detour. Carry on." He lilted, a flash of pink tongue darting out to drag across his lower lip. I was entranced by it, and I nearly shook myself to snap out of the daze. I tried nt to judge him, but there was something deep in my gut that was screaming danger, my head shouting at me to run. 

I was slow to move my feet, but I eventually got it together, nodding once at him as I started to step around him. He just stood there, his eyes following me until I was a good distance behind him, and even when I turned my back on him I could still feel his gaze burning into my back. I swallowed thickly, my head still cloudy, because even if he was a dangerous stranger, he was still a gorgeous stranger. 

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When I stepped into my apartment nearly fifteen minutes later, my heart was still thumping erratically, my brain fuzzy and my mind on the guy from the alley-way. There was just something about his eyes, the way he stood, hands in his pockets and shoulders back, that I just couldn't shake from my mind. And my stomach was still buzzing with butterflies, from fear or attraction, I couldn't tell. Probably both. 

I was just pulling off my coat and trying to toe off m boots when my phone started buzzing in my pocket, effectively scaring the mess out of me. I was undeniably shaken, and I doublechecked the lock as I pulled my phone out of my pocket, sighing when I saw it was not only bolted, but the chain was on it as well. 

"Hello?" I answered without looking, and I was relieved when it was a familiar voice that came through instead of a serial killer. There was low music in the background, something I always commended Maria on because I could never talk on the phone if there was music. 

"What's up?" She asked, and I rolled my eyes as I made my way to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and searching around for the chinese food I know I had somewhere in the back. "Nothing much, looking for something to eat. What are you doing?" I asked, not really completely interested in the conversation because I was hungry and tired, and America's Next Top Model would be on soon. 

"You are never going to guess who came to my apartment earlier today." She said, and there was a hint of something in her voice I'd heard many times before. I sighed before answering, slamming the microwave door and hitting the express button, willing my food to heat faster. "Don't tell me." 

She told me. "It was fucking Harry. He just came over and knocked on the door a billion times, and when I opened it we just stood there and looked at each other for like a minute before he asked if he could come in." She said, her voice getting softer and softer as she kept going. I heard her moving around, and then the music was gone. She'd never admit it, but I knew my best friend, and she was upset. 

"Then what happened?" I asked, hitting the button before the microwave beeped, pulling out the container and grabbing a fork as she started talking again. "Well, we sat on the couch, and he was really upset and everything over leaving like that last time, and he asked if we could try to work it out. Again. I didn't want to say no, because, well, you know. So I told him we would, and well...I don't know if you want to hear the rest." She said, almost giggling at the end. I gagged over the phone, and that really made her laugh.