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Chapter Four- Panic Attacks

I want that. Someone to hold me like he's holding her, like if he let go she would be gone forever.

"Hey watcha thinking?" Alex asked.

"Nothing."

"Stop lying."

"Stop acting like you care." I walked into the kitchen and helped Charlie with the hot chocolate.

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We were all watching the movie now, and I just wanted it to be the three of us girls. Not the three of us girls, a stranger who still hasn't told me his name and a jerk who I'm trying to deny I have a crush on.

I'm sitting on a three seater couch with my knees to my chest, sketchbook in my lap and pencil in hand. On the other end of the couch is Alex, I can feel him staring at me as I draw, and its making me uncomfortable.

The three couches are formed in a semi circle around the TV, making sure each one has a good angle. The couch I'm sitting on is the biggest and is directly across from the TV with a coffee table in the center.

The other two smaller couches were one seater couches. The one to my right was where Charlie was sleeping in the fetal position.

The one to my left is where Scar is sleeping on top of mystery guys lap, he's sleeping as well. Its cute actually that's why I decided to draw them.

"What are you drawing?" Alex asked curiously, breaking my concentration. I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

"None of your business." I replied rudely.

"What do you have against me?" I looked at him and hurt flashed through his eyes. A part of me wanted to tell him I was sorry, but the other half stopped me.

" I don't have anything against you, I just don't share my drawings with anyone." I was telling the truth. I signed the artwork at the bottom left hand corner and closed it. I sat down my pencil on the coffee table.

"Can I see it?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"He repeated.

"No." I said with a little firmness to my tone.

"Please?" He whined.

"No." This argument just seems to be like the last one we had when we were in my kitchen.

"Why not?"

"Because its private." I whispered.

"I promise I wont tell another soul, I just want to see how good of an artist you are." His voice was soft and inviting and how could I say no? Like this:

"No." He slowly took the sketchbook out of my hands and I let him. Why is he so different? Why is he so easy to talk to? His lips parted slightly and I wanted to kiss him, really badly.

Kiss him, he's ours.

An unfamiliar voice popped in my head. What was that? He's ours? Our what? He noticed me staring and he smiled.

"Take a picture Whipple it lasts longer."

"How do you know my last name?"

"I have my sources. These are amazing," His eyes were filled with amusement and I felt happier to see him like this.

What is wrong with me?

"Nothing's wrong with you, so stop saying that." He seemed to be angry. Why does he care so much?

"I know for a fact I didn't say that out loud." I was honestly freaking out.

"Y-yes you did." He continued to flip through my new sketchbook that's almost filled out. What can I say art is my passion. One drawing caught his eye. It was a gray wolf with green and hazel eyes. They looked a lot like his.

"Where did you see this wolf from?" His tone hushed and surprised. His eyes went wide.

"In my dream, he's beautiful isn't he? I especially like this white dot next to his ear. It makes him different. I like different." He looked at me and his gaze softened, but something flashed in his eyes that I couldn't catch.

"You like animals huh?" He returned to his old cocky and arrogant self.

" Yeah, I'm drawn to wildlife. I guess you could say its my muse." He flipped through the last page that I had drawn on and looked at the sleeping couple. He closed my book.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. My skin instantly burned but I ignored the pain. He brought his face so close to mine and my heart race picked up.

He was so close. His lips were so close to mine. I wanted him to kiss me,but the burning sensation from his touch intensified and I was in extreme pain. I whimpered , but his grip only got tighter. I couldn't breathe. His eyes turned black.

I tried my hardest to breathe , but I couldn't find the air I so desperately needed, the burning became to much and I screamed. Tears formed in my eyes. He let go and the last thing I saw was the worried look in his now black eyes.

Then everything went black.

A/N BOY TO THE TOP OR SIDE IS ALEX I know I know short chapter don't shoot me! vote question comment. I'll put the pictures of my characters up later on my instagram account for my other book. luv ya