Forget Me Not [Original]

Chapter 2 ✔

(A/N): I've been trying to think of how to start this chapter, but I think I got it haha, hope you enjoy! It was a difficult chapter to write if I'm being completely honest.

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Jen

"Hey, are you free tomorrow night?" An unfamiliar voice approaches me from behind, nearly making me choke on my drink in suprise. It startles me how abrupt he is, not even granting me an introduction nor beating around the bush. I suppose boys my age have a lot of confidence in their wooing abilities, but I've never fallen victim to their useless attempts.

He takes a seat to my left, not bothering to ask if the seat is occupied. Not that it was, but manners show appealing qualities in a character. The first thing that hits me is the repugnant stench of tobacco. And as I turn I'm met with a pair of bright caramel eyes. His eyes stand out against his dark hair, a dark brown but with slight traces of blonde and a soft beige color. He quirks a brow, awaiting my rejection or acception of his proposal.

I have to admit, his charming appearance took my breath away in a weird way, but I could practically feel danger radiating off of him. I shouldn't be affiliated or even talking to someone like him, but my mind didn't seem to register the feeling of trepidation.

"Excuse me?" I choke out finally. My brain finally sending a response to my mouth.

"I'm sorry, I would really like to take you out sometime." It takes me a moment to realize what he's saying, I'm very distracted by his light eyes and his small crooked smile, a smile that makes my belly erupt with butterflies. His resplendent eyes flash wickedly, almost as if enjoying a private joke. It's then that I notice a group of boys outside of the shop watching us intently, trying to decipher our words by our expressions and the movement of our mouths.

All too soon I connect the dots and I'm ready to shoot down his ego and high hopes. The thing I can't stand the most is players and liars, and he had done both. It seems like I can't trust anyone to say something truthful.

"I can't," I say firmly, my voice hinting at my anger at his audacity to play me. My father wouldn't approve anyway, especially since he found out I've been diluting his daily intake of alcohol with water. I still dont understand how I could've been so reckless and careless which led to me being caught.

"I'm sure we could work something out," He says hopeful, but his eyes gleam of something else, something dark. An uneasy feeling rises in my stomach, making my butterflies fly away, and I stand abruptly from my seat. I shake my head in protest, contemplating my exit.

"No really, I can't." I glance down at my phone in my hand before leaving the café without bidding him good-bye. I would say I felt terrible about leaving him without an absolute answer, but that would be a lie. My anxiety resulted in my desire to escape him.

I try to physically shake off the uneasiness that has made a home underneath my skin as I start to walk home, keeping my head down as I pass the laughing group of boys outside the shop. Don't they have something better to do than play meaningless games?

The uneasy feeling from earlier follows me down the street, causing me to shudder involuntarily.

Something about that boy seemed off, I just got that weird vibe from him. Surely I'm misreading the situation. I always overjudge peoples motives, maybe I was just being paranoid. It was probably just a stupid dare, nothing to be worried about.

I relax, walking a bit slower as I wait for the little white man to appear so I can cross the street.

I glance around, checking my surroundings, acutely aware that I am not alone as the group of people with me wait patiently to cross the street. Why am I so paranoid? My subconscious glances at me from over her book, shaking her head, not sure why I'm acting this way. I try to ignore her, but maybe she is right. Maybe I am being paranoid. I don't know, I probably am being paranoid. Relax I tell myself, reciting this mantra in my head.