Chapter 9
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"Well well well." A smirk begins to form on his stupid face as he steps closer towards me. My heart starts beating faster. Did I mention he's half naked?
"Déjà vu much?" He questions.
I think back to this morning and quickly get up and dust off my clothes.
"I was just...hugging the floor. It seemed lonely so I wanted to give it a little love." I internally cringe at the bad excuse I just made.
What the f**k?
"Right," he says sarcastically. Why is he here?
"You know, I'm actually glad you're here," he tells me. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
He's glad?
"I wanted to talk to you..." He walked closer to me while I back away to the wall. "...about what happened today-" he walked even closer, only a few feet away from me.
Not wanting to be cornered into the wall, I back away to my right.
"-at lunch," he speeds up, making me back up into the bed, a dead end for me.
He smirks because he knows he's got me trapped. I gulp, not knowing what will happen to me. I'm dead meat. He wants to talk to me about me slapping him.
"There's nothing to t-talk about," I stuttered.
"Oh, there's a lot to talk about, Chloe Williams," my name rolls off his tongue, surprising me. He knows my freaking name. That's not good.
As if the space between us weren't close enough, he steps even closer towards me. I want to run away but I can't. Due to our close proximity, he'll catch me even if I move an inch.
"H-how do you know my name?"
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