I heard the boy walking behind me
"Hey I'm sorry!" he grabbed my shoulder.
Without thinking a grabbed his hand and twisted it.
What was i doing! My thoughts seemed to scream.
I loosened my grip a bit
"Hi.." I said.
"Your talking to me?..." he had managed to get my hand of his arm and was now rubbing it vigorously. He stepped back a bit
"I guess I am"
What am I doing. I shouldn't be talking to him.
Danny watched me closely I felt my hair band fall out of my hair onto the ground, my hair fell down on my shoulders, still hiding my face.
I stood there frozen, i had never had my hair down before.. well atleast not all of it.
I blushed a vibrant red, hopefully Darien hadent noticed
"I-I figured I could give you a tour?" his face flushed, he stumbled, he had obviously seen my blush.
I saw my parents along with about twenty movers up the street unpacking a vending machine, a couch, fridge, beds and more , I watched another moving truck arrive with my bedroom furniture.
"Okay okay but not right now alright?" I was getting anxious, I wanted to get away from Donald as fast as possible.
I quickly brainstormed an excuse to get away, I dove into my luggage, inside
contained my favourite outfits, my sketch pad, and my eyeliner. The reast of
my luggage was probably already inside left outside my new room, my
parents and my house staff KNOW my room is my personal territory, I even
paid off Annabelle, my maid to spread rumours that that the last maid that
went in my room never came out. Annabelle and I are friends, well, she's my
adult friend she's about eighty but we have the same interests, I trust her
more then my mom and she treats me like her own. Only Annabelle has been in my room. EVER.
My mind though back to David, how would I get him off my ass?
He stared at me and walked a bit closer
I nudged away and quickly replied
"this has been um.. yeah I need to go!" and I ran for my life, I knew Donald wasn't a rapist or anything but there's something about him...
