Who are you?

Who are you?

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* YULA'S POV AND THIRD PERSON* Imagine being inside a club with sweaty people and whenever you try to walk through the club a drunk person spills their drink on you. On the other hand, being in the club makes me forget about the "real world" After being in the club for almost 50 minutes, I needed to go outside to catch my breath While I walked outside i tried to walk back in and the bouncer said i had to walk to the back of the line and wait to get in since apparently once you leave you have to wait to get back inside again. When the bouncer told me that I looked towards the line and realized it wasn't that long but it was long enough for me. I walked to the back of the line with my head up high holding my arms making it look like I'm giving myself a hug since it was a little bit chilly. I was wearing a mini skirt a champagne lace tank top and black heels While I was standing in the back of the line I heard a lot of commotion since it is close to an alley going on to see four guys arguing and it looked like the two of them are arguing with the other two. Out of nowhere they started fighting and yelling a lot louder causing everyone to look their way then one pulled out a gun aiming it at his target and pulled the trigger causing everyone to scramble like mice. I stood there completely frozen remaining eye contact with one of the gun man not knowing what to do. I slowly started walking away without blinking and it felt like I was moving in slow motion since I can still hear the ringing. I hear someone yell "hey!" I ignored them and picked up my pace Suddenly I hear footsteps running and next thing you know i start running without turning around If i turn around I lose at-least a second of my ability to escape whatever I'm about to get myself into.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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