My Solemn Pact (Austin Mahone Story)

Chapter 11: You Don't Know Me...

Hey...So I know. I know...I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a week. I FEEL AWFUL. I got distracted by school stuff cause we have this major test coming up soon and I'm flipping out about it then we had a volleyball tournament. I am sooooo sorry! I hope this chapter makes up for it! I will let you read on now...

ENJOY-

RECAP:

"You're beautiful, but you don't see it. You were hurt in the past, and it haunts you. You think about it all the time, and no matter how many times you have told yourself to forget about it, of to move on, you always go right back and think about it. You get hurt easily. You put out a tough shell, acting like you can take on the world, but inside, you're slowly drifting away. You are falling apart. And if you don't fix the problem soon, you will disappear. Your fragile, if someone drops you, you don't just crack- you shatter. And that's happened before hasn't it? You tried to pick all of the pieces back up, but you missed a few. You are beautiful, but you can be so delicate- so fragile."

His eyes were staring intently into mine. Almost like they were screaming something, but I couldn't hear it. And with that, he stood up, and walked back inside.

Everything he had said, I treasured each word. He didn't even know me, but yet he had figured me out, like it was nothing. He read me like an open book. He was one mysterious hunk of a guy.

What the hell just happened?

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I don't know how long I must of sat there, staring inside the house. Xander's words kept replaying in my mind and I couldn't shake his words. I shook my head and steadily rose to my feet, gripping the chair handle for support. I cracked my back and heard a 'pop'. I sighed and walked back inside the house. Opening the glass sliding door, I stepped inside. Instantly, the stench of sweat and drinks filled my nose and I stumbled backwards. I bit my lip as I made my way through the house. Sliding past pairs of grinding bodies and stumbling teens, I saw a door and I barged into it, not caring what it led to. I sighed in relief as I saw it was the kitchen. I stumbled over to the fridge and yanked the door open. I grimaced as the fridge light blinked to life. I was stunned from the sudden burst of light and it took a minute to adjust. I grabbed the bottle of sprite, opened the cap, and chugged it. I made a face as the soda stung my throat. Pulling a glass from the cabinet, I poured the drink in it and watched it bubble. Shoving the cap back on I shoved it back in the fridge. Hey don't judge me. I am not allowed to drink under age, so this is the next best thing. Rehydrated, I exited the kitchen with my favorite drink in hand and continued to look for my target. I had this need, this urge to find him and discover what he meant. I felt like I needed to. I just needed to see him.

What the hell is happening to me?

Too caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice as I collided with someone and my drink spilt out on them.

"Fuck!" the person hissed.

"Watch where you are going!"

I lifted my face from the floor and came face to face with the victim of my clumsiness. Instantly I regretted it. For it was him.

"Wyn?"

Oh god, just by hearing his voice made my knees weak. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OVER THIS. IT WAS ONLY A CRUSH. HE IS WAIT WAS, YOUR BEST FRIEND. HE WOULD NEVER FEEL THE SAME WAY ABOUT YOU.

I looked up into his eyes and melted. Right there. I looked deep into his hazel orbs and almost got lost. I searched for any sort of emotion and was overwhelmed. Shock,Regret,Anger, and more. I couldn't take it. I booked it out of there, I heard someone call my name but I kept running. I ran up the stairs and barged into my bedroom. I was relieved that no couples were making out in my room. I threw myself onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. Memories flooded into my mind.