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Chapter 3: Quinn

My palms started to sweat. 

The stranger stared down at me. 

He was definitely well built. He wore a black hoodie, black everything, and had these eyes... 

It was like the ocean given form. But there was something about them, That made my knees weak, trembling. 

He angled his head at me, still smiling. "Got a voice, Princess?" 

I scrambled back to my feet, brushing myself off and wiping at my face, turning red at the snot and tears covering it. 

I squared my shoulders, giving myself a scrap of confidence. "My name isn't princess." 

He chuckled darkly, "Whatever you say, Princess. You seem upset, what happened there with your friend?" 

He leaned to the side to see behind me, no doubt to see Kayla glaring at him. 

I sniffled, "No I'm fine. Now if you'll excuse me." I turned on my heel but he was faster. 

He grabbed my elbows, pulling me back toward him. 

"Hey!" I squirmed under his touch. 

He pushed me into the lockers. His form towered over me. Last time I checked I was like 5'6. But this boy...he was at least 6'1...

"Let me know if you need someone to talk to. I can relate to you Quinn, more than Kayla." 

I froze. How does he know Kayla's name...and how does he know MINE? 

He pulled away and started to walk down the hall, hands in his pockets. 

I spotted Kayla still glaring at him, arms crossed. 

He smirked at her. 

"Wait!" I yelled. 

He turned. 

"How do you know my name?" 

He glanced at Kayla, 12 feet ahead of him. 

"Like I said, Princess, lemme know when you want to talk." 

He jerked his head at my figure and just like that he turned and walked past Kayla, the people still laughing and talking, and disappeared past the hallway doors. 

Wait... I shoved my hands into the back pockets of my jeans, and froze when I felt something there, other than my phone. I pulled out a piece of paper with phone number and single sentence on it...

XXX-XXX-XXXX

I'm not who you think I am, Princess.

My whole body went cold. 

What the... "Quinn!" 

Kayla was jogging toward me, face full of guilt and regret. 

I quickly folded up the paper and shoved it into my pocket. 

Why am I hiding this from her? I tell her everything so why do I feel like...? 

I forced a smile onto my face, though it felt like a grimace. 

She finally reached me and put her hands on my shoulders inspecting my face and body. "Quinn are you ok!? Did he touch you?! What did he say to you?" 

Her voice was Shaking with worry and concern. I shrugged out of her grip and grabbed her own shoulders. 

"Kayla! I'm fine. Don't worry. He didn't touch me." The note in my pocket felt like a boulder.