Im young thats my excuse- Chapter 21:

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Chapter 21-

This past week has been peaceful and my friends have never left me alone always making me smile that's what I love about them but I have had this strange feeling call me a freak all you want but every where I go it feels like I'm being followed and watched? sounds weird right? but seriously its freaking the shit out of me, I can tell my friends I guess but they probably think I'm being paranoid or something...

"Faith" I heard someone whisper in a deep voice I turned my head towards the alley where it just came from but nothing, see I'm either going crazy or someone is following me, right now I'm on my way to Starbucks to meet Noah as we both have nothing to do on this fine Tuesday night I've done all my homework and I clearly have nothing else to do "Faith" someone whispered again from the other side of me I stood back and whipped my head to where I heard the voice, there was a man stood under a lamp post he was smoking a cigarette he was in a thick black winter coat and black skinny jeans his hood covered his face, okay I don't know this man so I'm sure he didn't call my name, did he? I quickly started walking again quickening my pace I looked behind me to see the man but he wasn't there okay I'm scared not going to lie but I'm sure you would be freaked out I turned around but walked straight into a hard chest I looked up gulping it was him... The man who was just stood over by the lamp post "Where you heading Faith?" He asked grinning down at me I stepped back

"Ho-ow d-do you kn-now my na-ame?" I spluttered out he laughed but took a step forward towards me and chuckled lowly to himself

"Now, now Faith that would be telling my dear" He said brushing a strand of hair away from my face I froze who the hell is this guy? "Don't be scared Faith I'm not going to hurt you...yet" He said looking into my eyes I gulped

"Fay?...Fay?" I heard Noah call the unknown man disappeared into the dark shadows of the night "Faith where have you been?" Noah said with a smile plastered on his face he wrapped his arms around me when I didn't hug back he pulled out of the hug and looked at me curiosity in his eyes then they turned to worry "Faith are you alright?! Whats the matter Faith?" He questioned I shook my head

"It don't matter Noah I'm fine c'mon lets go get some Starbucks and then we can head back to my house I'm sure my mom won't mind" I said clinging onto his arms he looked at me but dropped the subject but I knew he would ask me again soon we walked to Starbucks me being curious looked behind me ever now and then but nothing was there I knew Noah was suspected something.

We entered Starbucks it wasn't that full some people I recognized from school smiled and waved over to Noah and I, we waved back politely of course. Noah and went over to the man taking our order and ordered my favourite a caramel frappuccino and he ordered a mocha frappuccino yeah we have been here so many times we know each others orders the man smiled creepily at me Noah glared and pulled me to his side, since Zac yes I'm calling Zac by he's real name but yeah since Zac he's been so protective over me, We payed for our drinks and the man handing them to us Noah grabbed my hand and pulled me other to a booth we both slide in opposite each other, we drank our drinks and Noah was coming back to mine we was walking down the neighbour hood near my house

"No please stay at my house with me tonight?" I asked hoping he wouldn't question me

"Only if you tell me whats bothering you" He said pulling me into his side I stuck my bottom lip out and pouted

"Noaaaah! That's blackmail" I said giving him the puppy eyes

"If you want me to stay Fay you will have to tell me" He said hugging me tighter as wind swept threw us

"Fine, but when we get home alright?" We walked at a reasonable pace but I kept looking behind me and Noah surprisingly did too, I think he knows we're being followed also but we already stepped into my house thank god! we're in here safely

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