Upon Your Fears.

Meeting her was a whole new feeling. Meeting her was upon his fears.


11. Eleven.

Thalassa's P.O.V.

I don't even know why I was trying to look good, it shall stay a mystery. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a grey long sleeve shirt and my navy blue scarf. It was slightly chilly outside so I didn't mind wearing this. 

I made an effort to sort my brown hair, I had a bun yesterday, so it kind of was straight at the top and fell down in messy, wavy curls. My bangs though, eep. They were sticking in every direction, so I braided them to the side and slipped them with a bobby pin. I was wearing my contact lenses and... mascara

The doorbell rang, making me skip downstairs. I almost slipped on the wooden stairs, I swear, if that happens again... that would've been the third time. I opened the door for him to come in, slipping on my black Vans. 

I slowly rose back up, coming face to face with him. I awkwardly took a step back, feeling uncomfortable with the proximity we were seconds ago. He cleared his throat, opening the door once again. 

"Ready?" He snapped me out of my thoughts, his voice had a tint of annoyance, perfect.

I smirked, taking my keys that were by the door. I locked the door, following him to his car. Maybe I should spray paint it pink... I'll definitely be thinking of that. The drive was filled with multiple insults and arguments, it was always entertaining. 

My eyebrows rose up when we started driving in he rich part of town. Did we have to pass through it to get to his neighbourhood? I'm guessing not. He parked in his driveway, it was like a castle. 

It was modern, and I felt very out of place when I thought about my shitty house. I took the car handle between my fingers, attempting to push it open. Locked. Justin stood outside, jiggling his keys in his hands. 

I manually unlocked it, groaning in annoyance. I stepped out, glaring at him. He locked his doors again, stepping on the front yard and onto the porch. I felt bad to step on their fresh looking grass, so I kind of walked up the driveway, like he was supposed to. 

As soon as he opened the door, two little kids ran up to him, hugging both his legs. A man rushed out of the house, yelling a quick goodbye which Justin returned, I'm guessing his father. He laughed quietly, picking one with each arm. They were literally the sweetest kids I had ever seen. They were just so cute. 

"Who's that?" The little boy smiled goofily, pointing at me. 
"That's Thalassa." He smiled at him. 
"Theresa?" He frowned.
"Let's call her Thali." Justin rectified, earning a small giggle from me. 

Giggle? Ah, what the hell? I slowly took off my shoes, following Justin into his house. It was absolutely massive, it was so beautiful. I enjoyed eye raping his beautiful kitchen filled with food, it was heavenly. 

"Jazzy, Jaxon, we'll be right here, okay?" He looked at both of them, earning nods. "Play in the living room whilst I stay here with Thali." 

We could keep an eye on them whilst I made him study, which seemed like quite a good thing. He led us into the kitchen, where his books were out on the island. I sat on a stool, but he wandered through the cupboards. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, sighing quietly. 
"Dinner." He muttered harshly, looking at me. "You'll just have to make me study whilst I make food." 

Grumpy much?

I asked him multiple questions as he cooked us dinner, the kids screaming once in a while. He placed a plate in front of me, it was filled with what looked like delicious pasta. My stomach grumbled at the sight of it. 

"Jazzy, Jaxon!" He called, placing the cloth of his shoulder. "Food is ready!" 

They came tumbling in the kitchen quickly, sitting on their chairs. Seeing Justin with kids was definitely cute, it was heartwarming seeing his true interior. It didn't mean I started to like him, hell no, but still. 

"If you throw any food, I'll have to get the tickle monster." He warned his little brother playfully, a goofy smile spreading across the little child's face. 

He came back to the kitchen, making himself a plate as I ate carefully. I watched him go around the kitchen, putting the dishes in the sink or putting ingredients away. 

"What are you looking at?" He snapped, my eyes widening as I came back to reality. 

I narrowed my eyes at him, looking at the children instead. They were eating in peace, enjoying their freshly cooked meal as much as I did. But mine was already finished, oops. I gently picked up my plate and brought it to the kitchen. 

"Here, I'll take it." He said nonchalantly, taking my plate and utensils. 

I wasn't in the mood to start an argument, so I simply gave it to him, not exactly caring. I went back to my seat, opening his history textbook. I landed on page 337, where I noticed a small piece of paper, the words on it making my heart race. 

"You know, away doesn't necessarily mean across the world." 

The dream. I slowly put the piece of paper back, my heart racing at an understandable rate. It was something I had said, in the dream, obviously. It was when... we were somewhere? South America.... Argentina

My mind was racing along with my heart, so my mother was right. This creepy shit does exist. I couldn't believe it. I closed the textbook quickly, making a loud sound echo through the kitchen walls.

"Are you okay...?" Justin asked awkwardly, frowning at me. 
"Oh, yeah." I shook my head. "What do you have to study, now?" 
"I think you need to get home, it's kind of late." It was. 

I nodded my head, following him to the entrance. The car ride was awkward, it wasn't filled with arguments as I supposed it would. It was quiet and nearly unbearable. I couldn't wait to get home and try to forget about this. 

"Okay, what is it?" He groaned as he parked in front of my house. 
"It's p. 337." I whispered, quickly getting out of the car. 

Fudge you, history textbook, you git me all worked up now. 




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-Audrey :]

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