Chapter III: Granted Encounters

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The Danger Game

Chapter III:

So, in one swift motion, I turned frantically around, pepper spray equipped in hand.


'But I swore...'

A figure approached in the distance, but as soon as it hit the light, I exhaled in relief. Just a homeless person.

"God I've got to stop freaking out like that..."

Shaking my head, I let down my stable guard, and exhaled deeply. Apparently, I was so freaked out, I forgot to breathe. Typical. 'Note to self: you should start taking up more proactive and simple yoga or Pilates or something...apparently all that Halo is going to your head.'

I nodded. To some extent, I agreed with myself. But it just didn't realize how much Halo contributed to relieving my stress. Which, if you would know, is constantly at a high level.

If you hadn't figured it out already.

Shaking my head, I cocked my hip to the side, shifting my weight to my left leg. Maybe they prescribed pills for this kind of constant paranoia? I didn't know, but I immediately thought against it. The last thing I needed was to get drowsy off my ass for a couple of hours to stop the constant worrying. I sighed once more, putting my hand to my forehead and dragging it down my face.

But suddenly, the noise occurred again.

From behind me this time.

I spun around so fast that I knocked down the coffee mug I had absentmindedly set on my car. My finger pressed down so hard on the pepper spray button faster than you could say-


I immediately dropped the pepper spray, confused. Cocking my head to the side, I evaluated the man in front of me. All I could see was this guy keeled over and on his knees, his bed-head black hair tousled by the wind. He had on a worn leather duster, and-

Wait. Leather duster?


"OHMIGOD VINCE!!!! Are you alright?!" I screamed at him. God, I got all paranoid, and I just pepper-sprayed he guy. And right before school starts. Great.

"Shit, you got me good," he replied while he tried to rise from the ground. I immediately ran to his side, helping him stand. When he was firmly planted on his feet, I let him go, the strong aroma of aftershave lingering in the air. He sauntered over to the side-view mirror on my car, and examined the damage. "Hmph. Doesn't look too bad..."

"God Vince, I'm so-"

He cut me off with his hand, then raised to his full height, smirking. God I hated when he did this. He always went all macho-man whenever he regained his composed state, and practically wooed every girl in sight. Sadly, I was one of them. But I couldn't help myself! The guy was gorgeous!

On another note, it didn't help that he was a gigantic six feet tall, and I lingered at five-four. Jerk. Pompous, hubris-induced, macho-

"Well at least you didn't use mace."

-strangely attractive Greek god.

'Damn you, Vince Oakwood.'

A strange smirk rose on my face. It was like some weird trigger played 'O holy night' in my head every time he spoke. I put my head in my hand again, this time starting to laugh. God I was such a freaking idiot when it came to him. I've known him since we were kids, and yet he does this to me. I'm in deep.

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