Once Upon my Polka Dot Undies

Once Upon my Polka Dot Undies

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"This is all your fault, you know." I said to him with narrowed eyes as we stood in the small cubicle in the women's toilets, trying to hide from our families. "How is this my fault? Our parents planed this behind our backs, I had nothing to do with it!" he hissed back. I shook my head. "I mean it's all your fault we have to tolerate each other's faces in the first place. If you hadn't lied to your dad about me being your assistant and girlfriend to get him off your sorry case, you lazy bastard! Of all people, you had to be my psychiatrist's son." I spat back. "Well maybe if you hadn't forgotten your panties in the tumble drier that one time in the Laundromat, kicked me in the nuts and walked in on me while I was sleeping in my father's office then maybe we wouldn't have even met." "What? You were the one who tried to grope me before you even knew my name." I said to him. He groaned, like I was the problem. "Bitch!" "Jerk!" I spat back. I sighed. Who knew that one pair of polka dot undies and my extremely bad timing could get me in such a situation.
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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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