Cruel Intentions- Ch. 17

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Chapter seventeen

"Perdón?" he spoke in a husky Spanish accent. (Excuse me?)

Ok, Liv. Keep your cool. Everything's fine.

"Yo... ¿quién eres?" I asked, still completely freaking out. (I... who are you?)

"Lo siento, how rude of me. Me llamo Santiago. Por favor, Santi for short. ¿Y tu?" (I'm sorry... my name is... please... and you?)

"Usted no necesita saber." I replied cautiously (You don't need to know.)

"Su espanol es exelente. But you don't trust me, querida?" (your Spanish is excellent... 'darling, honey, my love, etc.')

"I don't confianza anyone, que poco de mierda." (Trust... you little shit.)

"Oh and she has a la boca." He laughed but made no move to drop his arms. (mouth)

"Yes, I do. Now, if you'd excuse me... my boyfriend is waiting for me. Hasta luego." I pushed passed his strong hold all but held back the urge to run away. (see you later)

"Boyfriend?" he seemed to take this as a surprise.

"Si! Adios!" I yelled out. (Yes! Bye!)

"Well si, you will definitely be seeing me later, pequeña." Was the last thing I heard him murmur before round the corner and breaking out into a sprint towards the front doors of the school. (yes... Little one.)

If someone had a camera, they would have caught one of my most embarrassing moments as I ran down the halls in a sling, trying not to move my arm as I ran, gasping for air and in pain while my free arm grasped onto my stomach where I was shot.

As soon as my body hit the icy hair, my face started to prick like tiny little needles were being poked into my face, but like déjà vu, I ran into yet another body.

What is that? Three times now?

"Liv, what's wrong?" Nate's voice finally cut through the air and registered in my brain.

"I. oh my god." I whispered still not able to take in his face or my surroundings.

"Liv, what happened? Why are you shaking?"

"What?" I asked in confusion.

I looked down at my hands to see them shaking just like Nate said.

"I killed him. But it's like... he's alive again. But there's a difference. He looks younger. But he has the same piercing green eyes, the same dark silky hair, the same husky Spanish accent. But it can't be. I watched him die in the alley next to my apartment. It's impossible." I was staring wide eyed, finally losing my composure.

Goodbye cool!

"Who are you talking about? You're talking like a mad man!"

"How? I need to talk to the cleaner. Right now. Where's my phone?" I started patting my pockets but found nothing.

"I'm losing my mind!" I muttered and clutched my hand in my hair.

Nate grabbed me by my face and held my eyes with his. "Who, Liv, who?"he whispered.

"The man that gave me this scar." I whispered, tilting my head back, revealing a long, thin, red scar wrapping around my throat.

"No. you must be mistaken. You told me... the way you killed him... he can't be alive." Nate shook his head at me in disbelief.

"I know what I saw. But he seemed totally oblivious to who I was. Though, he could have just been acting. He was... is? An assassin after all... I think, god I don't even know what I'm even thinking about anymore. I've truly gone mad!"

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