Third POV
She fiddled with her fingers as a silence overcame her and the one person she wishes she wasn't trapped with right now. She finally looked up to see his big, dark, brown eyes staring back intently. She immediately looked down, cursing herself mentally for feeling how red her face had become.
"Why are you afraid of me?" His voice was like music to her ears. It's tone forcing her to look straight at him for the first time I'm the hour they had been there. They sat across from eachother on the cold floor awaiting a rescue.
"Afraid if you? Please." She scoffed, thinking she played it off cool.
"Yes you are. When you're around me, you don't look at me, nor do you speak a word to me, unless I'm the first to say something. So you must be afraid of me. If you're not then...." He raised his perfect eyebrows as an emphasis to continue the conversation; To explain herself to him.
Her POV
I held my hands over my face and sighed, as I was about to confess my feelings for the one boy who could either damage my emotional health forever or make me smile harder than I thought I could.
Damn those butterflies!
My heart was beating a thousand miles per second; Like a bird on steroids ready to break free of it's cage.
"No. I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid of how you'll react when I tell you how much you mean to me. That, every time you had a new girlfriend that wasn't me, I cried and hated you for a Meer few seconds for hurting me the way you did without even knowing it. It felt as though I had lost you, yet you were never mine to begin with. I guess that's why they call it a 'crush'. When you wait so long and see them happy with someone who isn't you crushes your feelings and gives you that pang in your chest that takes a while to leave. I know I probably sound so stupid and crazy right now and honestly I don't expect you to feel the same way about me. I actually had no intentions on telling you on how I felt. But here I am; stuck in an elevator, 20 stories high above the ground with the one person who makes my heart beat out of my chest. The one person who gives me butterflies in my stomach everytime we make eye- contact, or even the tiniest glimpse of your smile. So basically long story short.... No I'm not afraid of you." I was out of breath by the time I was down with my confession. My eyes were clamped shut under my hands as I was afraid of his response. All that I could hear was our breathing and my heart beating out of my ears.
