Danger is what he's known as. Nobody dares talk to him. He's not like everyone else. But she. She changed him.
(It's not my story. All credit goes to Adriana from justinbieberfanfiction.com)


5. Chapter 5

Kelsey's POV:

I'm going to a murderer/ex-cons house. Wow, that would be something beautiful to tell my kids when I'm older.

I sighed, fidgeting in my seat. I'd lie if I said I wasn't letting my nerves get to me.

I'd also lie f I said I didn't get embarrassed when my butt rubbed against the leather of the seat and made a farting sound.

Danger chuckled. "Can't get comfortable?" He smirked, taking a side glance towards me real quick before setting his eyes on the road before him.

I felt my cheeks heat up. "No, just...Getting car sick." I lied, shrugging my shoulders mindlessly.

He shook his head. "Whatever you say, shawty." I rolled my eyes. This dude seriously needs help. "Don't roll your eyes at me bitch. Remember," He grabbed my chin vigorously, turning me to face him. "you're in my car." I winched at his touch. All I could do was nod. "Good." He pushed me away, returning his hand to the steering wheel.

I bit down on my lip, forcing myself not to say something back that I'd regret. Instead, I turned to look out the window of the car, wanting nothing more than to be in the warmness of my bed. Safe and sound where I should've been in the first place.

We had finally made it to what I guessed was his house since he parked the car in a garage looking space. I couldn't help myself...my mouth dropped open in awe once the house came into view. I must say, I'm impressed. It's pretty good looking from the angle I see it in.

Turning, I waited patiently to see what happens from here while leaning my head back and thinking about how this all came together and just how sad my llife turned out to be.

I can't really say I'm disappointed. I mean, I saw it coming. I just never thought it'd happen this way.

What time is it anyways? "What time is it?" I suddenly blurted out, something that constantly happened to me in situations quite like this one. I always managed to speak out my thoughts one way or another. "A quarter to two. Why? He walked into a room which I guess was his.

My eyes practically bugged out of their sockets when realization hit. I was so dead when I got  home. That is, if I end up going home tonight. "No reason." I sighed.

He shrugged carelessly, walking into the room a little further as the door shut behind us.

I took this time to look around. It was huge. He had a king sized bed in the middle with burgundy sheets, a comforter over it designed in black lace. The walls were a dark brown, almost cherry-brown. I was in complete and utter awe to say the least.

"You like it?" He smirked, his eyebrow arching.

I bit the inside of my cheek before nodding. "This is like...Three times the size of my room!" He chuckled. "Well, don't get too used to it. You'll be leaving soon enough. I just have to get a few things settled then you should be good to go." I nodded, still taking in the room I was currently standing in.

Suddenly the door to his room opened revealing a petite girl, around the same size as me, with dark black hair that fell in sultry curls down her shoulders and vibrant blue eyes the color of the ocean.

I was frozen in shock.

She was gorgeous.

When her eyes fell upon my presence, her face twisted up in horror mixed with disgust. I cringed. "What is she doing here?" She spat, her voice dripping with venom, her blue irises burning holes into mine.

I tried to look away but there was something about her that kept my eyes locked on hers.

Danger turned, his eyes growing hard. "Don't start." He lowly exclaimed sending chills down my spine.

Scoffing, she flicked her hair back behind her shoulder, pulling her gaze from me to look at him before retrieving back to me and rolling her eyes. Giving me one last look that spelt disgust, she turned on the heels of her Louis Vutton stilettos, walking out of the room.

I gulped hard. "What was that all about?" I managed to squeak out in question form.

His eyes never left the door she (whoever "she" was) just recently exited from. "Don't worry about it." He growled underneath his nose, pushing past me and walking out of the room as well, leaving me alone to question what just happened and if I had any fault in this.

From what I've learned in the past: When people usually say "don't worry", you should most likely worry.

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