chapter 7

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I tried to catch up but, without luck, I stopped panting, trying to regain my breath, giving up and deciding to head back. I finally got back and went up to my room unlocking the door, stepping in and walking to my bed, slowly removing things from my bag and unpacking my bag and setting things around my side of the room, but not without stopping and realising a small leather bracelet beside my roommates bed engraved with something but I couldn’t quit make it out it almost looked like a snake.

I quickly shoved it in my pocket, wanting to look at it later, picking up my phone I called my friend Ryan, who was my best friend I’ve  known him since I was 6 and we have been best friends since, but at the moment I really needed to talk to him. I called him up and waited for him to pick up hearing it ring once or twice and finally hearing him answer, hey jade what’s up? I told him I really needed to hang with someone and since he was in collage down the street I thought it was convenient, he told me the directions to his place, and I made my way, finally arriving I knocked on his dorm door.

Seeing his tall muscular figure open the door and his black shaggy hair peaking from the door, and quickly wrapping my arms around him, letting his scent surround me feeling his strong protective arms wrap around my body. Feeling safe and comfortable, he led me in his room slumping down on his bed, looking into his pale blue eyes , looking down on me, god if he wasn’t gay I would of so went for him. Keeping my thoughts to myself I asked how the start of collage was, seeing him grimace at the question, I changed the subject quickly wondering if he wanted to watch a movie, we searched through his movies settling on  a scary movie .. His choice, we sat on his couch me snuggling into his chest and getting comfortable, and falling into  a deep sleep.

*” I ran out of the house crying not wanting to listen to the words my aunt had just told me, running to the park where my secret hiding place was, hoping no one would find me, except him, I could see his black hair pop out in front of me crawling over to me and looking into my eyes with his ocean blue eyes and grabbing my hand *”.

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