May I have this Dance?

Confrontation

"Jackson why are you here?" I spoke softly.
He isn't supposed to be in my life, ever, period.

He grinned taking a step towards me
"What princess? Im not allowed in the city?" No, no you're not you creep. I sighed "You know what I mean"

He looked great. Diry blonde hair, emarald green eyes and a cute button nose to match. He was dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans and a grey dress shirt.

"I was shopping for my sisters babyshower, and I saw you running. Figured I'd say hello" he spoke smooth and calm.

I hate him

"Well, hello" I said quickly, turning on my heel to leave. I needed away from him as soon as possible.

I felt his hand grab my arm firmly, spinning me around. "Wait, Princess" he said determined. Is that guilt I hear?

"Don't fucking touch me" I spat. I was suprised by my own tone. But he was disgusting, vile. "You shouldn't be here, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you, I don't even want to think about you, I hate you"

His eyes softened, he looked hurt "Lacey I understand but please, hear me out, I just want to talk to you"

I ripped my arm from his grasp "I won't ever forgive you, remember that"

I jogged away.

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I came home, exhausted, scared and confused. I threw myself on my couch, staring at my celing. "Why god, why" I spoke into silence.

My phone dinged.
*1 new messege*
I opened it *Messege from: Myles Barkley

Woah

It read: "Hey...do you remember me? This might sound creepy, I met you at the corner store. We ran into eachother?"

Oh my god, literally.

I immediately messaged him back.

It read: "Hey! Oh yeah!! I totally remember you. And no thats not creepy at all :)"

And now we wait. I can't believe he actually found me. It's kinda creepy, but mostly sweet.

Oh god I hope he doesnt murder me.