Stay Away From His Juliet

" why are you such a brat? " He asked with a smirk, while he leaned on his car.

"Well, excuse me if i don't like boiling hot coffee all over my clothes ! " I snapped.

"you shouldn't be drinking coffee in a party, sweetheart" He mocked again with the same stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

"Just get in the car, i'll get you something to change into " He said then his car lights flashed, signaling it's unlocked.

I shook my head no, determined to not let this stranger bother me anymore, i started to walk away from this fool who just ruined my already ruined night.

"listen sweetheart, maybe i forgot to introduce myself, so let me. I'm Aiden and i don't take no for an answer, matter of fact, i never hear it at all" He suddenly seems right behind me while he lowly said, i could hear the hidden threat in his words, it sent a chill down my spine.

I really want to punch this guy in the face.


We write this for entertainment but that doesn't mean you can steal it and if you do, we will pursue you, I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom I can tell you I don't have money, but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my story go now that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you, but if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you."

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1. chapter 1

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Chapter one

"What are you made of ? "

The five words shining on my laptop screen mocked me; What did i do? how did i manage to put myself here? .

I felt my finger tips wiping the tears that must've been running on my face.

I slammed the laptop screen. My mother says that if it's god's arrangement then something good must come out of it. I used to be religious but i'm not anymore, i don't believe that you exist anymore and even if you do—you better be ashamed.


6 months earlier :

"J.J" Mr.Banks, my math teacher, brought me out of my thoughts. I just looked at him and he went back to explaining the lesson that is in hand.

"What's wrong with you J.J? you seem a little out today" My friend Marie whispered. Out doesn't even cut it my dear friend, i've been craving a good night's sleep since last month, i just can't get it since my divorced parents can't keep themselves from ripping each other apart these days.

"I'm just tired, Marie" i replied while i kept my eyes on the white board and Mr.Banks . The bell rang and i got up, starting to collect my things but i was bombarded by many people saying 'Hi's and 'Hello's ; Like a flood, they went by and i took my pink backpack and started to move in peace till Lilly, my other friend pumped into me.

"Hey Lilly" i greeted with a smile.

"Hey, idiot—How was class?" she asked with a small smile.

"Peachy— i've got to run, i have English in a minute and it won't be lovely if i was late " i said in a rush and started walking away. Truth is, it's not about being late, i rarely care about teachers and what they say to me or about me, i just wanted to get away for Lilly, not that there is anything wrong with Lilly—it's just one of those days when you can't afford to talk to people, when you know you're too snappy.

I walked into my English class and chose the front desk, which isn't my normal spot but right now i want to keep busy and away from people, maybe focus this class too, i've always liked English, my favorite subject for sure. I started to aimlessly doodle all over the page i just opened in my notebook, i can't keep a straight mind, Why am i like this now? why can't i keep it together anymore? what's happening to me ? i'm not normal, they will leave me if i don't start acting normal, they leave, they always do, why am i so weak now? stop being weak. Why do i have to be such a cry baby all the time, idiot, other people have it way worse and i'm here complaining about my life like a brat, i can't, i feel tired, room is so small— i'm choking.






We are good, straighten up, we don't want to make a scene; hey, we've got it all under control, right? Me, Myself and I.


I chanted away the words till i went back to normal, i looked around, everybody seemed in place and oblivious to the fact i was choking with my panic attack right here. Good.

The bell rang indicating that this class has just ended, it seems like my panic attack took too much time than i thought.

I put my notebook back in my bag and started walking out of class, it's finally the end of the day. I walked to the bus after i spent five minutes trying to avoid my friends on my way to the stairs. I took my normal seat in the bus and plugged my head-phones in, soon enough the lyrics for 'worthy' started echoing in my ears.

Finally, some peace.

My phone vibrated slightly, indicating that i got a message, i took a look at my screen.

* We would like to invite you to the pit, to the biggest, loudest and darkest party of the year—We hope we will see you there — All fees can be payed on door of the pit *

After i read the message, i got another message which included the location. I usually get such messages because of the kind of people i was mixed with at one point in the past. I've had enough of that though. I selected both messages and was about to press delete when i got another one, but this one was from my best-friend, Max.

* I'm sorry but can we just not talk right now? i have a lot to think about *

I cancelled my selection and typed in another message for the sender of the party invitation.

* I'm in *

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