Theft Of Love (A Shane Dawson Love Story) **FINISHED**

Walk In The Park

I walk through the park at noon. I try to clear my head, but it's not working. Everything's so confusing!

I jump as a hand touches my shoulder. I look back to see Shane. "Dammit, you almost gave me a heart attack."

He chuckles. "That's my purpose in life."

I walk forward. "Why are you here?"

"I want to talk to you."

"Go on," I say.

"Not just about you, but..... But about us!"

I stop in my tracks. "What?"

"Listen, what I said the other day--"

"I-I understand. You don't want to date me. Look, I get it, so can you just---"

He cuts me off with a kiss. "Scar, I love you. I want to give us a chance, but---"

"But what?!"

"Ughh, I don't know. Part of me says, 'go for it.' The other part says, 'red alert: she's dangerous.'"

"Gee, some words of encouragement," I say as I walk off.

He forces me back by the arm. I wince in pain. "Scar," he starts.

"No!" I say, running away.

I run into the woods, which is probably illegal. I stop behind a tree and grasp my arm. A rush of pain flooded my body. I think my arm might have been dislocated. As I lean against the tree, I hear a voice.

"Scarlett, is that you?"

"Who's there?" I gasp.

"Just an old friend. An old friend who knows your secret."

"What secret? I don't have any secret." I say quickly.

"Can it, Scarlett, or should I say, The Red Spirit."

"T-That's not true. It's a lie!"

The voice chuckles. "You're easier to read than a childrens' book."

"C-C-Come out," I stutter.

I gasp as a shadowy figure appears in front of me. "No," I whisper.