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Waiting for three hours is just no joke at all, the first thirty minutes passed and I was bored as hell, not even mentioning how my butt hurt from all this sitting and doing nothing.

After an extra few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and just got out of my car, looking around, what the hell am I going to do?

Maybe I could check out the sports fields seeing as I am athletic I can maybe just maybe find something to keep me busy on days like this.

Coming to a halt near the field I was amazed about how many people were doing so many things, damn just what I wanted, attention, not!

On my left, about twenty-plus people were standing in line to do whatever they were about to do, I don't see weights or anything so maybe runners?

Mmm maybe.

To my right about ten plus people were standing in groups discussing something, damn this is just confusing, nothing fits, it's just more socializing than anything else.

Not wasting my time one second later I turn to leave when no other than Triston shows up.

Maybe I can dodge him, avoid him, run from him? or be invisible?

Ducking behind one of the trees I peek out to see if I've been spotted, and will you look at that, he as in idiot of the year is leaning against the tree with the biggest grin on his face.

Can I leave a five-finger tattoo on that perfect, amazing, gorgeous, sex-

"Hey there? are we hiding?" He cut me off while coming to stand next to me behind the tree," and may I add that I haven't summed you up for a runner kind of girl."

Is he for real?

"First of all I'm not hiding, second, wait.." Tapping my cheek with my finger, "I am hiding....from someone....that just caught me, can you guess?"I replied sarcastically, I know, I'm messed up to be so rude to such a specimen, but I'm me.

"Me." He states, "but why to hide behind a tree that's thinner than my upper arm when you try to avoid me? this," he points at me drawing a circle around my face in the air," screams find me."

He is just too handsome for his good.

"It does not, I don't have much to choose from you know?" Gesturing around to prove a point, but realizing a little late that I just cracked my name, right next to the baby tree was a huge flower bush perfect for hiding, wait was that there before? Nah....?yeah?

Huh?

"Well, I can see what you're saying..." He chuckles, "I guess most of the perfect hiding places just appeared?"

"Yip, they did!" I replied in a matter-of-fact tone but knew well enough that it was insane.

"I see well wanna try another game of hiding and seek? if I find you, you drink a coffee with me, if I don't well then I'll just pretend that you didn't say what you just said?deal?" Holding his hand in a business manner, what am I getting myself into?

Like there's no way in hell-

"Deal!" Wait what did I just do? urg stupid brain, stupid tree, stupid Mr. Triston.

Before I could even try to get myself out of this mess he drags my ass away, throwing one last glance at the baby tree, my friend at least you tried to hide me.

"You know I can walk? you don't have to drag me?" Pulling my hand back, and placing them both in my hoodie pockets, save.

I don't get why he has to be so bossy, and where are we going?

Looked up just a bit to peek at Triston, that has stopped walking in the parking lot, with a grin on his face, like doesn't he get tired of all the smiling?

And shining next to him his Ferrari, "uh are you gonna hide or count in your car?"

"Nope, we're going for coffee." He states, opening the door and gesturing for me to get in.

"I-you- what now?" I asked or tried to, I mean, I think I just choked.

"We...." He points between me and him, "are going for coffee."

"I heard you, hold up you haven't found me yet.!" I stated," and as for coffee, if you can find me, what I doubt, I'll go with you, In my car!"

Bingo.

"That's not fair princess, don't hate." He replies.

"Princess? are you kidding me?"I asked disbelievingly.

" yiiiiip."

Oh boy is he gonna swallow something and it ain't coffee.

"Sure stick with that, and I'll crush your dreams, I'll go by the reaper."

"If that makes you sleep at night, good for you, let's start the game, shall we?" He replies taking a step back and lighting a cigarette.

"Start counting," I said while taking in my surroundings, I'm screwed I don't even know this place.

"I already started, you have till I reach hundred, and I'm already at twenty-five."

"Oh." Pushing myself forward I start to run like my life depends on it it does.

Running up twenty stairs, and down 4 hallways, I find a janitor's closet.

Bingo.

"Sir may I hide here for a while, there's this guy that's stalking me." I faked sobbing.

"Hide I'll cover you okay." The guy that's about 40+ replies worried for my safety.

Poor guy, should I tell the truth?

Nah.

Hiding behind a big enough bin, kneeling I try to calm my beating heart, it feels like I'm in one of those horror movies.

"Have you seen a girl, about this high, black, blue hair?" A voice comes from the hallway. Triston.

"No sir, I haven't, sorry." The janitor replied smoothly.

I owe him something big.

"May I see if she's inside....?" Triston asks.

"As I said, sir, I have been here the whole time and I'm pretty sure I would've, remembered such a beauty."

He said what now...?

"So you won't mind then if I look inside," Triston asks again.

I'm doomed.

"Sir I would-hey wai-" the janitor was cut off when Triston makes his way inside of the janitor's closet.

Shit.

"Jessssssica...." Triston mocks.

If I could shrink myself to be smaller than an ant, I would.

Pushing myself in the smallest bundle I can manage, with my head between my legs I keep my breathing slow and low.

The door closes, and I hear nothing.

Should I take a peek?

No! I've seen enough scary movies to know this is a trap.

Or is it?

Listening carefully for any kind of noise, but the only noise is my breathing.

Hugging my knees against myself tighter than ever, I'll just wait a few more seconds.

Everything was dark I could only make out a bit of the door.

Pulling my back straight, I lift myself, only to bump into an obstacle.

Shit.

"Are we still hiding from a stalker?" Triston asks making me jump back, swing at him, and kick him.

Do you know that moment when someone scares the living hell out of you? Yeah well most people, scream, yell, cry, whatever.

On the other hand, I tend to have a silent fit, and punch, kick, scratch whatever scares me.

Yeah 50 shades of mental, I know.

"Whoa kitty, did you just scratch me?" He asks.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you," I start poking him in his chest, "sneak up on people like, like whatever thing sneaks up!"

What did I just say? Like I'm hyperventilating so, I'm low on oxygen.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

Breathe.

One black dot.

"Jessica?"

Two black dots, my lungs aren't working.

Three black dots.

I'm fucked.

And that's when my whole body starts shaking out of control, I'm having a panic attack and asthma attack in one.

I don't have my pills.

And everything turns numb, I wait for the pain from hitting the ground but there's none.

I was scooped up, and Triston was running out of the closet with me in his arms.

The last thing I heard before everything went black.

"Jessica, don't you fucking do this to me! please."