"You're so beautiful" he whispered brushing the stray hairs from my face while his deep brown eyes poured into my soul luring me in, unable to escape.
I sigh shaking my head pulling away "In this world, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the only...
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CHAPTER 2
I check my watch and see that class is nearly over and I still struggle with the last question of my exam. My mind constantly runs back to the stranger I met last weekend. Joshua. Why is his image still popping up in my head? In fact, I cannot stop thinking about him. His brown eyes and dark features. I brush the stray hairs out of my face as I attempt to force myself to concentrate on my paper.
I have decided to never go clubbing with Stella again, even though I have yet to tell her what happened. It was a massive disaster really. I thankfully have not heard from or bumped into Chris since that night, maybe he finally got the message to back off, either way, I am grateful.
Our teacher raises their hand to signal class is finished and we must pass our papers up, just as the school bell rings. I sigh feeling tormented. My mind cannot seem to drop it.
The other students get up and walk out of the classroom as I follow slowly behind.
"Hello! Are you even listening?" Stella waves her hand in front of my face sighing.
"I failed big time" I admit, after placing my paper on the teacher's desk.
We exit the premises and walk towards the nearest coffee shop outside the school gates.
"It's not the end of the world. I'm sure I did way worse" she says looking at me.
Which was a lie, Stella studied as a hobby and I know without asking she stayed up all night studying for this exam. Unlike me who was snug in bed by ten o'clock.
I sigh not bothering to mention it further. We walk into the coffee shop, as the strong smell hits my nose and we enter the line.
"I'll have an oat milk latte", Stella orders her usual.
"A caramel latte for me" I add to her order.
Once we receive our drinks, we make our way to a small table in the corner of the shop. There were not many people around, thankfully. The only audible sound coming from the baristas chattering amongst themselves and the television placed on the wall, broadcasting some dreary talk show.
"Listen, I have something to tell you, but it has to stay between us." I start.
Stella places her phone down and sets her hands around her coffee mug as she looks at me, listening to what I have to say.
"What is it?"
"Last weekend when we were out something happened, or perhaps someone," I say, and I take a sip of my drink "Chris was there.... and he dragged me out to the parking lot and tried to force himself on me."
Stella's eyes widened, unsure of what to say.
"What?! Why didn't you tell me? Son of a bitch!"
"Shut up!" I say as I try to blow on my coffee to cool it down. " I want it to stay between just us, I don't want my mother worrying about the likes of him again, someone helped me deal with him anyway."
