It's not what you think
7
Kylie's POV
I reached my front door and grabbed the keys from my pocket. My knee ached as I straightened up to unlock the door. I entered, shut and locked my door, and slid against the door to the floor. I felt my phone continuing to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out. I flipped through message after message of hatefulness. Even from numbers i didnt recognize.
Eventually I just slammed my phone to the floor. I got to my feet, and limped into the kitchen. I flipped on the lights, and screamed. I spotted a figure sitting at my table. I instinctively grabbed the frying pan from the counter, having learned everything from Disney movies, I held it out in front of me.
"W-who are y-you, and w-why are you h-here?" I asked, pointing the frying pan at the figure. A hood prevented me from seeing their face, but a deep chuckle erupted from underneath. "Don't worry, put the pan down." The voice said.
"Pull your hood down." Icommanded, stepping forward. Large hands reached up and swiftly pulled down the hood. It was dark haired boy, or Zayn, from before. I still gripped the pan. I didnt trust him, especially after what Liam had said before.
"You can put the pan down now." He said laughing slightly. "H-how did you get in here?" I asked, continuing to hold the pan. "Back doors unlocked." He said. "No it wasnt." I replied. "It is now." He said grinning. Smooth.
"Why are you here?" I asked still holding the pan. "I came to personally thank you, you weren't home, some guys showed up, they ganged up on me, i came in here." He said calmly. "Are they still here?" I asked, still holding the pan, and hurrying to the window. My knee gave out, and i fell to the hard kitchen floor.
"Smooth." He said chuckling. "Shut up!" I yelled, he walked over, and i swung my good leg kicking him to the ground. "Smooth." I said mimicking his voice, and slowly getting to my feet. I crossed the room to close the door he so politely let open.
Shouts came from nearby," Zayn! Zayn!" "I think your friends are looking for you
I reached my front door and grabbed the keys from my pocket. My knee ached as I straightened up to unlock the door. I entered, shut and locked my door, and slid against the door to the floor. I felt my phone continuing to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out. I flipped through message after message of hatefulness. Even from numbers i didnt recognize.
Eventually I just slammed my phone to the floor. I got to my feet, and limped into the kitchen. I flipped on the lights, and screamed. I spotted a figure sitting at my table. I instinctively grabbed the frying pan from the counter, having learned everything from Disney movies, I held it out in front of me.
"W-who are y-you, and w-why are you h-here?" I asked, pointing the frying pan at the figure. A hood prevented me from seeing their face, but a deep chuckle erupted from underneath. "Don't worry, put the pan down." The voice said.
"Pull your hood down." Icommanded, stepping forward. Large hands reached up and swiftly pulled down the hood. It was dark haired boy, or Zayn, from before. I still gripped the pan. I didnt trust him, especially after what Liam had said before.
"You can put the pan down now." He said laughing slightly. "H-how did you get in here?" I asked, continuing to hold the pan. "Back doors unlocked." He said. "No it wasnt." I replied. "It is now." He said grinning. Smooth.
"Why are you here?" I asked still holding the pan. "I came to personally thank you, you weren't home, some guys showed up, they ganged up on me, i came in here." He said calmly. "Are they still here?" I asked, still holding the pan, and hurrying to the window. My knee gave out, and i fell to the hard kitchen floor.
"Smooth." He said chuckling. "Shut up!" I yelled, he walked over, and i swung my good leg kicking him to the ground. "Smooth." I said mimicking his voice, and slowly getting to my feet. I crossed the room to close the door he so politely let open.
Shouts came from nearby," Zayn! Zayn!" "I think your friends are looking for you
10/23/13