Stranger Danger

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Taking cautious steps, I walk towards the front.

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I couldn't do it.

Wiping my hands on the material of my school skirt, I look around in nervousness.

I'm sorry, James.

I'm so sorry.

Wiping a lonely tear away, I drop my hand to the side. 

I thought I could do it, but I was wrong. 

I was a coward.

I couldn't even handle the rejection of the boy I care about.

With shaky legs, I begin to walk away.

He would hate me.

But I would continue to love him.

But before I even take two steps, a hand wraps around my wrist and I'm pulled back into a strong chest.

My whole body freezes at this. I could feel the broad chest behind me as an arm snakes around my stomach.

"You weren't thinking about running away from me, were you?" A gasp leaves my lips as a pair of lips brush against my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Hmm, princess?" 

He's here.

He's actually here.

I feel my legs turn into jelly as I'm held against his warm body. 

"Hmm, you're much quiet in person." He clicks his tongue. His breath fanning my skin. 

But I stay frozen, unable to do anything.

"But don't worry, I know how to make those pretty lips of yours move." His lips brush over the skin of my ear.

"And all it takes is... my lips." His voice is husky as he continue to caress my ear with his lips and I close my eyes at the feeling.

However, my breath hitches at his words. 

All it takes is his lips to make my own move.

Did he mean.... a kiss?

No. 

He couldn't mean that.

There was no way. 

We were just friends. 

I feel James remove his arm from around my stomach. And I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

But my relief doesn't last long as I feel him place both hands on my shoulders and in a swift movement, I'm turned around.

Before I even have time to look at his face, I look down to the floor, letting my hair conceal my face as he holds me close to him.

"Baby, look at me." He says.

But I shake my head.

A deep chuckle escapes his body and I find my heart beating even faster. 

I watch as James removes a hand from the curve of my waist, while the other stays in the same place.

In less than a second, he places a finger under my chin, raising it up ever so slowly. 

Until eventually, I lose myself in the boy in front of me.

"Stranger," I breathe out as I come in contact with those green orbs of his.

This is him.