The Candydates

2.THE IMPORTANCE OF DUCT TAPE.

I stop dead in my tracks. My mind keeps telling me to  run, but  my feet want to be called rebels. I can't even tell myself to relax because I am void of any self defence tool. My boots have proven their uselessness for the second time today. If only I had worn slip ons.

 SLIP OFF-PICK UP-THROW. They are  basically designed to be potential weapons.

Okay Emma, think logically. It doesn't have to be you that he is calling. A face like that, he surely has a real girlfriend, and it is very much possible that he is asking her to wait.

So you better chill and start walking away. Fast. Even after all the pep talk, I feel my heart thumping against my chest.

Am I looking too tense? Maybe I should start whistling, it just oozes out casualness. I pucker my lips and blow, but no sound comes out. Of course, I should have known. Has fate ever been kind to me? That time in Prof.Stephan's lecture, what was supposed to be a harmless try, turned out to be a full fledged wolf whistle, earning me an entire hour of detention.

My middle name should have been 'wrong-timing'.

I haven't even taken 4 complete steps, when someone grabs my arm and pulls me into a hard chest. I shut my eyes and as a reflex, throw the first thing that I can think of at the kidnapper. 

After a good, long, silent minute-full of reasoning and analysis , I pop one eye open, hoping against hope, to not see the recently memorised grey eyes. And I don't, because of my delicious drink dripping from the face that holds them.

My hands instantly fly up to my mouth. What on earth have I done? Splashed my drink on the Adam Carter after proclaiming to be his girlfriend. Wayy to go Emma.He is going to kill me. Definitely going to kill me. My shaky hands quickly reach for my clutch, which I now realise, would have been a way better thing to throw. I grab some tissues and start dabbing away the remains of my drink from his face, all the while his eyes remain closed, giving nothing away.

After his face is pretty much clean, I take a deep breath and some how find the courage to  stammer out an apology, "Look I'm..I'm really sorry, I didn't me-mean to throw it. It's just..you suddenly pulled m-me andd I got-got scared"

 I look up to see him clenching his jaw, obviously trying to contain his anger.

I gulp. Emma, if you want to live, you better run before the beast opens his eyes.

Without waiting any longer, I turn and bolt towards the bonfire, in a desperate need of getting to my best friends and coming up with a damage control plan.

I see them sitting in a secluded corner  with Kevin and Ryan. I run towards them, pushing their boyfriends away. 

"I'm sorry lover boys, but I got an urgent problem." I say, as I seat myself between Jass and Ro.

Kevin rolls his eyes, while I hear Ryan mutter to Ro "I swear, I get jealous of her sometimes."

Huffing and puffing, I tell them about my adventures in the last ten minutes. To be honest, they deserve an award for understanding my gibberish. Jass gets up with a start, dropping a perfectly good plate of heavenly marshmallows. I want to tell her off, but think otherwise. Right now, my survival is more important than those.

Jass grabs my arms and shakes me hard. "Why why why? What part of 'Don't act like your normal self' did  you not understand?"

Before I can defend myself, Ro turns me towards her and gives me the same treatment "Oh God, why do you hate yourself so much? Why? I think I clearly told yo-"