(A/N: I will have to end this soon and in the next two chapters it will go by sort of quickly with the short scenes of Patch saving Nora & then again don't own hush hush. So my other stories for Naruto: Sasusaku & Maximum Ride will be my top priorities from now own because I don't see this story going very far. BUT READ MY OTHER ONES I WILL POST IN THE NEAR FUTURE PLZ :D )
Vee and I went our separate ways once we got into second hour class, since she now sits in the back. "Angel?" Asked a familiar voice with concern. Patch plopped down beside me. My heart tells me to speak to him, but my head tells me no. Don't talk to him. He's... my doom. "You don't look okay. Nora?"
"Stop speaking to me."
"Not until you tell me what's wrong," he insists. I wish I could.
Then tell me.
"How did you do that?" I ask holding my pencil tightly. His face hardened. Patch got off his seat and pulled me into the hallway. "What are you doing!? We're going to get in trouble."
"That's not as important as you."
"Since when am I important? And whatever is happening with me is none of your business," I snap back with an attitude. He's making it harder for me to ignore him. Before he could respond I went inside the classroom just in time as the bell rang. When I turn around in my seat, Patch was not there. It feel as if someone has just shot an arrow through my chest.
It's been four days since I've talked to Patch. Every now and then he glanced over at me. But for some reason that wasn't enough. I needed him to touch me again. To kiss me again. I miss his innuendos and his signature smirk. I stayed put, epicly failing at keeping my distance, because right now I'm reaching for the phone remembering those 7 important digits.
The phone rang two times. And then three, four, five. As soon as I was about to hang up, Patch picked up. "Patch?" I sounded frightened.
"Yes, Angel?" His voice sounds slurred but sexy all at once. I can imagine him laying down, or in the bathroom at Bo's, putting his hands through his black, curly hair.
"I-I... want to talk to you. Patch, I miss you! I need your help, you're the only one I trust." I heard a shuffling sound in the background. No, behind me. My breath catches in my throat. "Someone's in my house," I breathlessly whisper into the phone.
"Stay put. Grab the nearest object and don't move." I nodded although he obviously could not see me. And then a rough hand spins me around. A tall guy about six feet six stands before me. His muscles are so big anyone would think they'd rip his T-shirt apart. I am so small compared to him. "Nora?" I hear Patch say distantly.
"Patch, help me!" My screams sound like a gun being shot into the air.
The man put a rough hand over my mouth, takes the phone and gives Patch a message. "If you want your little princess, meet me at the warehouse." His voice rang a bell louder than a dozen of howling werewolves.
Without hesitation he hung up the phone and swung at me. I felt my brain move around in my head. The walls became blurry as colorful shapes danced behind my eyes. And then I was consumed by the darkness.