Chapter 4 "Kiss in the Janitor Closet with...

Oh, my head! I shook it.

No! This can't be happening? This man before me was not Bryce Armstrong, That I knew. This man in front of me is someone else. 

Bryce would never touch me like this.

What is going on?

What in the world is going on? 

I repeated in my head before he shoveled me into his chest, and I felt his mouth slam down on mine for a hot and steamy kiss. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want him to stop kissing me, either...

Williow P.O.V.

"Fuckkkk," I heard him growl, and his mouth vibrated with mine. Then he pushed me away and ran out the door, leaving me shocked and hurt because he kissed me, and two he left me. So now I am standing here wondering if I was dreaming again or if this was real this time. I hope it's not a dream but real.

Once I opened the door and still thinking about what Bryce and I did in the janitor's closet, with a blush on my face. But before I could think of what would have happened if he didn't leave. I sighed.

That's when I knew I had to ensure I was on time for my last-period class. After that, I could leave, and maybe my teacher, Mr. Edwards, wouldn't say I would not be in his class. 

No! 

But I knew I had to be in class, so that's when I opened the door and I began to take a step out of the door.

 I have been looking around. I turned left, and I turned right. But when I saw the empty hallway, I started walking to my next English Art class... 

I hope Mr. Edwards will be more excellent than Mrs. Anderson; she isn't charming. She is a cruel and stoned woman. I am so glad this is my last year in her class. Everyone doesn't like her.

Once I made it to my class, I saw Maryann, and she was waving for me to come in the back. I smiled and started walking back towards it, but then something happened. I felt it before I saw it. Someone stuck their foot out, and I went over and fell on my knees.

Ouch, I felt the pain rush up my knee toward my body. I shut my eyes, and I heard everyone laughing surrounding me.

"That's enough!" I heard someone yell out. It wasn't the teacher when I looked up; it was a handsome stranger out in the hallway in my dream. 

My eyes went wide. I started sweating, and I knew what was going to happen soon. I saw it in my visor. What people need to know is I can see the future.

"Hey, are you okay? Let me help you up," I heard him say, reaching down close to me with his hand out. I was still shocked and amazed at how handsome this guy was, yeah but he was not as attractive then-

No! stop it, stop thinking about him, yeah but he kissed us-

I know I told my inner voice.

I blinked at him because he was still tolling over me, even bent down to eye level with me.

"Ye.s .umm, I mean... thank.. you... I 'am fine," I told him, mumbling and letting my words run and sticking out my hand, and he smiled, looked at it, and grabbed it; I felt a shock go through my hand up in my body.

I felt him pull on my feet, and I almost fell as if he missed me; I heard a groan in the back, but I didn't know who it was, but I think I knew it one of the girls in the school hated me and she didn't like that the cute boy talking to a loser nerd nobody like me. 

So I thought with an eye roll. I stepped away from him because I didn't want the girls in the classroom by my sides. Maryann came after me with a pitchfork and rope and hung me from a tree to talk and smile with the new guy I got to speak to first.

That's great; his smile dropped when he looked around the classroom, and I could feel the room temperature change from warm to cold. It was a warning that, somehow, don't mess with me, and the people in the room took it with a grain of salt. Then I heard the teacher say. 

"Alright, take your seats, you two," Mr. Edwards said. I turned around and stared at Mr. Edwards and heard the cute guy. 

Well, I talk to you later, cutie." So he said and kissed my hand, I heard gasps and growls, and I heard people whisper around us.

"Okay, okay, take your seat Mr. Miller. You can flirt with Miss. Prescot later, " I heard Mr. Edward say sternly, but I saw a curved smile on his face. 

I listened to the class laugh, but then Mr. Edwards turned his eyes on them; they closed their mouth and looked away. He stared over us, and then a couple second later, he turned and went back to his chalkboard and started writing down the lesson for the class.

Once I got back to my seat, with shaking legs, I didn't think I would make it, but I did, thank God.

Once I was getting my stuff out of my bag, I felt someone was watching me; I knew who it was.

Don't say a word," I told my cousin.

I am not, she said, giggling. I wanted to die; I mean, it was Bryce, the guy who hates me, making out with me in the janitor's closet and feeling me up in the way. 

That had never happened to me before, and it was great. I wanted to tell, but I kept that to myself. And now the cute new guy, whose last name is Millerson, helped me and kissed my hand. 

What is going on? I have to be dreaming, or I see the future; that's what has to be. 

Why didn't I see this coming?

Hmm, that's strange, Willow; you didn't see him coming; maybe he blocked you out like...

Hmm, that's strange. He does look like him but more significant, and she looked him up and down with her bright green eyes with something I don't know, maybe lust or not. I saw it, but she covered it quickly. I saw sadness.

She had not looked at a guy since her Damie.

"Aww, someone got a crush..." I said, bumping into her shoulder; I saw her blush and then turned away from him.

"Huh?" I heard her say, trying not to blush, but it was too late. I already saw her face red.

"Aww, you like him, don't you? Yeah, you liked the new hottie." I said, smiling over at her.

What? No- I mean, he reminds me of-

"Nevermind," I heard her muffled with pain in her voice.

That's when I knew why she was staring over at him; he is handsome with his dark black hair, crystal blue eyes, strong jawline, and cute little dip under his chin.

 That's weird because -

No way, that's him, I thought, shocked. I looked at my cousin; now, she was trying to hide her tears. I sighed, and I felt awful now.

I felt terrible teasing her; I know how much it hurt her when he left us and left her with her treasure.

She gave herself to him the night before we found out he had moved away because the next day, he was gone with a note left behind for her that said.

"I am coming back for you," She always kept it up in her box in her room, but she waited for him, but he never returned. She had guys ask her out, but she would always politely tell them no.

 I have just seen her act like this now. 

Could it be? Could the guy she loved that left her hurt and broken back for her?

I know one thing he better not hurt her again, or else.

"Damien"? I heard her say and gasped.

When I turned my face and looked over, he wasn't staring at the board. Instead, he was already staring at her, into her eyes, when he heard his name; he wasn't smirking or anything; he had a straight face.

"He came back," I heard her say shyly, and I saw her hands rolling on her lap nervously. 

I licked my lips and knew he was here for her; he told her in the note he had left her, but why now and not three years ago?

"Are you okay?" I asked her and placed my hand on her; I told her she was shaking, and I knew she was shocked, scared, and excited to see him.

"I don't know" I almost didn't hear her, but I didn't need to listen to it. 

I saw it on her face.

I didn't say anything, but I know exactly how she feels when your monster is nearby.

Right now, I know mine will be close by; he is always around the corner, watching me and stalking me.

If he wasn't, then...