I kept blinking as my brain tried to process my surroundings. It was getting dark and I still couldn't figure out where I was.

I looked around taking in the sight of damp books then it all came rushing back to me. Zayn a.k.a Creepy boy in the hallway with a beautiful face, Diane, Abel, Fruit, the library.

I wonder where they all are and what time it is.

Yawning, I stood up and stretched to relieve my sore muscles.

Digging my phone from the bottom of my bag, I saw missed calls and texts all asking where I was, if I was okay and to call back.

With a sigh, I slipped it back in my bag and made my way to the library door.

The old librarian looked like she had seen a ghost when she saw me and I was scared she would have a heart attack.

"Were you in there the whole time?"
She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

I nodded my head and tried massaging my face to get rid of the sleep lines, all to no avail.

"Lucky you. I was just about to lock up."
She whispered, wiggling the keys in one frail hand.

Straining to hear her, I gave up. I cannot start stressing my organs after they just woke up from their slumber.

Taking the back since it was shorter, I headed out.

"Let me go! I'll scream"
I heard a voice say not too far from where I was.

"And who will hear you? The school is empty"
A familiar voice chuckled darkly.

Following the voices, I walked into the hall I have my art classes.
Tattoo Boy that molested Mop hair hovered over another innocent girl.

"You again?"
We both said at the same time.

"Just let the girl go. I don't want to have to rough you up again."
I said boredly. I wasn't even in the mood for him at all.

"Are you attracted to these kind of things?"
He asked with an eyebrow up.

Again with the eyebrow.

"What can I say? I save damsels in distress. Why do you like to do these kind of things?"

Self control is really a virtue.

The girl in question scrambled up and arranged herself as we both started walking out.

"And if I catch you trying to force yourself on another girl, you might find yourself six feet under."
I said, not even bothering to look at him.

"As for you, we are going to a police station from here."
Leading the girl away from him.

Reporting and landing him in jail would have saved me all this stress but nobody likes to listen to me. Sigh.

•••

Before I stepped into the house, I could hear Aunt Lola having a shout fest with someone.

Whoever she was arguing with had just produced another wonder of the world.

Aunt Lola rarely ever lost her cool.

"She is not ready! How did you even find us?"
I heard her say, as I got closer to the front door.

I am probably the 'she' she's talking about. I'm not dumb.

"She is already here. We will continue this conversation later."
The deep, masculine voice replied as I opened the door and let myself in.

Aunt Lola looked tense. There was nobody in the living room but at this point in my life, nothing surprises me anymore.

"Scarlet, get dressed. I feel like I haven't seen you in a while. We're going out."

That wasn't a request because she walked out, scowl still in place.

What if I don't want to go out?
Not that I don't want to but what if??

Going to my room, everything was so arranged that I was even afraid to touch anything.

It felt like I had stepped into a museum.

All my books were arranged according to size and in alphabetical order.

My shoes were lined up, not even one crooked.

My wardrobe was arranged from the longest to the shortest clothes, brightest colours to the darkest.

I held back a groan.
I was still going to have to scatter it to find what to wear.

I went to the shirt/blouse compartment and grabbed the first one my hand touched which turned out to be a black laced off-shoulder.

So far, so good.

Going to my jean/trouser section, I grabbed the first one my hand could touch which also turned out to be a black jean trouser.

Okay... This is going too well.

Now for the hardest part, I grabbed my black slides...

You heard me. Slides. Got a problem with that?

...and walked out.

"I'm ready!"
I yelled out, feeling excited from how fast I dressed only to see Aunt Lola already waiting for me.

"That was quick."
She mumbled with a small smile.
Whatever the earlier conversation was about still had her in a bad mood.

I hopped into the driver's seat but one look from Aunt Lola had me shuffling to the seat beside it.

I'm a pro at driving and she doesn't want me to intimidate her with my skills.

Next thing I know and we're pulling up at an ice cream parlour.

Coolest aunt ever!!!!

•••

"Slow down. Go any faster and your brain will become an ice sculpture."
Aunt Lola laughed at me as I kept gobbling the ice cream down.

My teeth kept screaming from the cold and I was going to get a brain freeze soon but it was worth the laugh on her face.

Quick question: can teeth scream?
And again, who can go slow with all this chocolatey goodness?

"What flavour would you like, chica?"
A voice at the counter quickly snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned so fast, I was almost dizzy.
There in all his glory, with a dazzling smile on his face stood Zayn a.k.a creepy boy from the hallway.

He looked so breathtaking, I forgot to breathe.

Did I mention that he was smiling?

And let me just tell you. His smile is beautiful.

He had this exotic look but still eluded power. Throw in a three piece suit and you'll have an influential multi billionaire on his way to a world class meeting that will alter the course of humanity.

Even though that last bit is very unnecessary.

I gasped as I was drawn in by those pearly whites.

Remember that ice sculpture my brain was becoming? It has already melted.

He finally noticed me as I finally noticed the girl beside him, clinging desperately to his arm.

His smile came crashing down and that creepy glare I was used to made its way to his extraordinarily beautiful face.

Crazy how his demeanour changes drastically with his facial expressions.

Unexpectedly, an even creepier smile replaced his already creepy glare as he made his way towards me.

"Princess, you're here."
His voice was overly enthusiastic but I think everyone felt the venom in his words as the hate rolled off him in waves.

"I thought I told you to be careful."
And with that, his eyes turned a pitch black I was vaguely familiar with as a dark aura began to envelope the room and time stopped.

•••

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