Off Limits

Off Limits

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Chasing Cameron
So is he home?" She asks after a moment of silence. "Hold on," I say and hop off of my bed, looking out the window. Before I can get to my front window, facing Zander's house, I see something out of the corner of my eye. A person in the house right next to me. Staring at me through my side window. This might not sound so weird, but nobody has lived in that house for over 10 years. I let out a scream and fall to the floor. I hear a chuckle from above, forgetting that I always leave my side window open. I let out a groan of my head hitting the ground and stand back up, looking at the mysterious guy. "So, hey new neighbor" He speaks.
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"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*

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