Gone Forever

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Giselle:

"I'd snog that guy." Katrina slurred, licking her ice cream. Hard.

"You've said that 6 times already and only 7 cars have passed by on this walk to the park!" Jerome said, throwing his hands in the air. Katrina Hardwell, having multiple crushes at the same time was technically her superpower. We were walking on the burning tar road, in the most horrible atmosphere ever. I swear, it is 45 degrees out here.

"There is not a single hot guy in this town! I hate it here!" Katrina wailed.

"Excuse me?" Jerome whimpered, touching his chest.

"Yeah Jerome, you would be considered hot. If only I didn't see you stuff 18 gummy bears in your mouth when we were 6. And then spit it all on me." Katrina smiled sarcastically.

"Halloween Dance 2009." was all Jerome replied. Katrina blushed.

"Shut up." she shot back. I would've died if I were her, in the middle of the gymnasium, where at least 250 people were staring at your totally failed costume. I shuddered at the thought. After that, Katrina and Jerome broke out into a debate about whether squirrels were fatter than chipmunks. Even my melting mint ice cream was more interesting than that. I looked up and caught a beautifully intense pair of green eyes staring at me. I could actually feel the state digging into my soul. The eyes moved towards me, it took me 5 seconds to take in the whole image. A stunning teenager about my age with blonde hair, a velvet cape and a suit, completely armed with every type of metal anyone can think of. Neat velvet pants and PVC leather boots. He walked over to me. Me. Oh and did I mention? He freaking knelt down in front of me, before the whole park.

"Giselle, you must come with me now. You are in immense danger." he said, grabbing my wrists.

"Whoa, far out dude." Jerome said, taking a step towards me. I had to try my best to ignore Katrina, jumping up and down. She was just over-obsessed with these kind of medieval things. Her room was filled with shelves of Shakespeare books. The Taming of the Shrew, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Romeo and Juliet. Just name it, she will have it. I let go of his tight grip and step backwards.

"Is it really that normal for a random guy dressed like King Arthur, kneeling down before you and asking you to flee from your own home, and we are meant to follow? Go back to the theatre, man. They probably need you in the death scene." I scoffed.

"I'll follow you, hottie." Bella chimed in from behind the crowd. Besides my cat, Talia, she was probably the person who wants my face to be crashed off a comet the most. Why? In 6th grade, she smashed a volleyball in my face and my nose bled. Then her ultimate crush, Hudson Sanders called her mean for doing so. Yup, that's all. She just loves watching me squirm.

"Maybe next time, them." the knight nodded.

Was I supposed to be terrified?