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Demi passed through the school day trying to make herself appear as minuscule as possible. She felt as if she had a giant neon sign over her head just shouting 'freak!' by all of the curious and weirded out stares she got throughout the day. She tried to ignore it, but is it really possible to ignore a 6 foot 7, insanely built body guard dressed ostensibly in all black?
The answer was no, not really. At least Tom's nice, she chanted to herself like a mantra.
Demi sighed as she walked into her last period class. She was relieved to be going home. Now work today. She was almost out scot free.
The class passed halfway through when she heard collective gasps throughout the room. Hesitantly, she looked up, hoping she wasn't the cause of the collective intake of breaths. To her minute happiness no one was looking at her, but to her dismay they WERE looking at Tom. Demi gasped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She grabbed her stuff, shoved it in her bag and ran as fast as she could out to the parking lot, barely registering her teacher's resigned yells.
"What the hell is going on?" She seethed.
"I found this young man loitering near your car." Tom rationalized as he eased his grip on Jake's collar. . . but only a little.
Jake, a little red-faced and out of breathe said, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay after I told Joe. I had to make sure the dumb ass actually did something."
Demi tried her best to smile. By the look on the two mens faces it didn't quite form the way she had planned. It resembled a grimace more than anything else.
"Well, you scared the crap out of me. My entire class saw you two throwing punches!" She exclaimed even more exasperated than before.
"Wait, I thought you knew I was coming? You sounded relieved in your texts?" Jake said as Tom released his grip entirely. Jake took that as an opportunity to step away, casting a sheepish glance at Tom as he crossed his arms exposing the muscles under the multitude of black fabric.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What texts?" She asked pulling out her phone. She flashed her phone screen toward the two. "I haven't texted you since earlier this week."
"Well, I got them?" He said flashing the screen of his own phone. Demi took it and examined it.
"This isn't from my texts they're. . .?" she trailed off and glance up, stricken with anxiety.
"Emails."
The three turned at the voice behind them.Demi's face fell, her heart races, her pulse pounded in her chest, and her palms started to sweat. It was all an instantaneous response. As is she had been trained to know when she was in trouble. Because right here and now. . . she definitely was.
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i know, i know. its been a while and you all want to murder me, but i am determined to finish these freaking stories if it kills me. hahah. hope you all had a good halloween and wish me luck in finishing dear joe and i spy!! LOL
oh and ch. 33 is up and ch. 34 should be up tomorrow depending on how much hw i have! im finishing i spy next so if you have ideas for that story or any one shots then privat msg them to meh!
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Dear Joe | Jemi Love Story || Ch.1by TheRealKennaNicole2,931 views
missed this, thanks for posting =)
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