YOURS

Chapter 10

The first part of my day went by slow. I was only 3 classes in and it was finally lunch time.

Cole followed me around like a lost puppy. He was mainly silent unless I spoke up. Emma quickly caught on to her own annoyance.

We walked down the hall on the way to get food.

"Do you wanna sit with my friends and me, Sean?" Emma barked as we entered the cafeteria.

Cole looked at Emma and then smiled. "No thanks, Madison already asked me."

I turned my head to Cole is shock. I did no such thing. He knew that. He grinned at my reaction. He knew I didn't ask him. He liked watching me be flustered.

"Fine. Your loss." Emma rolled her eyes and walked away to her friends.

I walked towards the lunch trays that had food ready to go on them. The only good thing about this school was the lunch. Private schools have the funds for actual nutritious and tasty food. Today was a beef and broccoli stir-fry with other veggies added in, a slice of french bread on the side, fresh fruit, and a package of cookies for after.

I walked to a bare table at the back of the lunch room and Cole took a seat next to me.

"Do you always eat alone?" He looked around noticing everyone was accompanied by friends except me.

"Yeah. I don't like people." I huffed.

"Me either." Cole rolled his eyes.

"You like them enough to kidnap them." I spat out. He nearly choked on his food.

Cole grabbed my face to turn it towards him. "We will not speak about that. Not here." He was serious.

This was the angry Cole talking. I didn't want him to lose his temper completely so I grabbed his hand from my face and brought it down below the table. I kept it there, holding it for a bit. His hand felt cold. It wasn't touching anything except my hand. His thumb began to rub me causing me to pull my hand out from his and bring it back up to my food.

"Got it." I nodded.

He seemed pleased with my response.

The school day ended eventually and the look of desperation filled Cole's eyes on the silent ride back to my house.

What did he want? I was done with him for the day.

We pulled into the driveway and he shut his car off.

I looked at him funny. "What are you doing?"

"Coming inside." He said as if I was the dumb one for not knowing this information.

He got out before me. I sat in my seat and pondered. He was coming inside?

My door opened and my backpack fell from the car.

"Oh shit!" I almost fell from the car myself. For the second time today.

"Is this going to be a regular thing?" He laughed at me.

COLE'S POV

Emily almost fell from the car again. What was causing her attention to be held so tightly? I laughed at her. She seemed annoyed. She wasn't. No matter how much anger or eye rolls she will throw at me I know she doesn't mean it.

Somewhere deep inside of her she liked that I was here. She wanted to see me again. She knows it's a good thing.

She walked away from me and to her front door. I shut her door and followed her inside her house. Her "parents" weren't home.

They're clearly only into witness protection for the money. If they cared one bit about Emily they'd make sure someone was here with her after her driver mishap.

I took a look around her yard and the street before fully entering the house to see if anyone was watching us. No one was. We were alone.

EMILY'S POV

I couldn't help but feel a little bit uncomfortable with Cole coming in to "hang out" or whatever he was here for. We were alone. This wasn't like school where there are multiple people that can hear me scream for help. No one can hear me now.

"What am I suppose to tell Helen and Mark if they ask why you're here?" I piped up as Cole starred at me blankly.

"We're working on your project."

"Right. I'm still underage, you know? This is kinda creepy." I tried to also make him feel uncomfortable. I was still only 17, and Cole.. I don't actually know Cole's age. That made me even more uncomfortable.

"Is that why this is creepy?" Cole walked to me. "Or is it because of our history?"

His eyebrow raised. He was close to me. Closer than I'd prefer.

I swallowed.

"Nervous?" He mocked as I stepped away to get a bottle of water from the fridge.

"No." I simply lied and walked up the stairs to my room to drop my backpack off and figure out something to do while Cole insisted on bothering me.

I got my notebook from my bag and opened it to my project notes.

"More school work? Didn't we just leave that place?" Cole's wondering eyes made their way to my paper before turning their attention to my room.

He was snooping again.

"You said we were working on my project so that's what we're doing."

Cole walked over to my closet. I kept a close eye on him.

"When are you going to admit it?" He said aloud.

"Excuse me?" I shut my notebook and dropped it on my bedside table.

He continued to walk over to my clothes. He was looking for something.

"You like that I'm here."

I stayed silent. Was he mad?

He started opening my drawers that I had holding accessories.

"Why would you think that?" I cocked my head.

His hand pulled out something from one of the drawers. It was red.

I didn't recognize it at first.

"If you really hated me. I mean really wanted me to leave. Then why'd you keep this?" Cole opened up the red piece of fabric.

I focused on what he was holding. A red scarf. His red scarf.

A/N It's been SO long! I'm sorry! Thank you for reading. Consistent updates are coming. I recently got a comment saying that I could share the problems I'm having if it would help. I honestly think that it would but if you don't care about some random persons issues then feel free to ignore this. Next chapter is on Wednesday! <3

// This stay at home order / quarantine has really gotten to me. I don't share personal details here so this is kinda of weird for me to admit to the people reading this. On the off chance that you're curious on why my posting is all over the place though, this is why. I have an anxiety disorder and it causes my asthma and migraines to flare up when I start getting an attack. With everything that's going on it hasn't been easy to be in one piece lately. Writing helps me though which is why I'm (mentally) beating myself up for not posting as often as I'd like with this story. Not that there is a an excuse for leaving and coming back a lot. I don't enjoy others reading my work unless I put 111% effort and am excited about it. Sometimes my "problems" make me feel so drained I feel like I wouldn't be able to give maximum effort. I think getting a routine down with not only writing but my daily life in general since it's changed so much will help a lot. Working on it though, lol.