27 | 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫

A/N: Here's for all the ppl mad at me about the cliffhanger 😭❤

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Sophia's POV

The text messages... I didn't know what to do. That person, he kept sending me things, things I'd wish he would stop doing. I scrolled through our conversations, looking back at what he said to me.

Unknown: Hello, Sophia. It's so nice to finally get to see you. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment.

That was the first notification I got from this number. It happened whilst I was walking out of the school building, almost at the gates. I halted in my steps and scanned the grounds, but found no one looking at me. There were students on their phones, but come on, it could be anyone, even I was on my phone.

At first, I chose to ignore it. My parents have taught me never to answer such texts if I don't know who they're from. But then, I got another 'ping'.

Unknown: Why are you ignoring me, Sophia. You seem like a nice person, but this is just plain rude, don't you think?"

Once again, I looked around, getting a bit scared, but didn't show it. I went to put my phone in my pocket but it vibrated in my hand. I grunted and read the message.

Unknown: Haven't your parents taught you manners?

Who is this and what do they want from me? I thought, putting my hair behind my ear. I responded with the question I have been dreading to ask.

Unknown: No, no, no. That's not how this is going to work. I'll be asking the questions and you will answer them.

What's with this person? I don't even know who I'm talking to and they're already giving me commands? No, I said sternly to myself.

Me: I'm not playing your game, if that's what you want. Please leave me alone.

Unknown: Oh but you're already in the game, Sophia. You're already a chosen character, and now we have to finish it.

My mouth was now agape and I, for the third time, skimmed over the school grounds, but to no avail. Everyone was getting ready to leave the school. I was starting to freak out and I typed furiously on the keyboard.

Me: No, okay? This is the last time I'm telling you, I do not want to play, nor am I already 'in' your stupid game. Now stop texting me.

His reply came after a few seconds, and I was pestering over if I should check. In the end, I decided to do it, ignoring the hard pounding of my heart against my chest.

Unknown: Or what?

I was on the side-walk, going towards the house when I finally pressed the 'block' button and shut my phone off, not wanting to be on it for the rest of the day.

That's how it started...the messages. But now, I was sitting on the corner of my bed, Grayson next to me, while I fiddled with the bracelet Liv gave me. (A/N: I know it was a necklace, but please excuse my mistake, I'm changing it to a bracelet.)

Before I even told Grayson about the situation I was in, I turned on my phone again, because I remember having to tell Evie and Bella if I could join them on a sleepover they were having at Bella's house. I asked my parents and they agreed to let me go.

It was a mistake. I shouldn't have opened my phone again. Because guess what I found on my screen? Another private number's messages to me. As I read what he wrote, I felt tears burn my eyes. It was stupid, I'm stupid. I shouldn't have wanted to cry about it, but I'm a crybaby, okay? It's what I do.  Despite wanting to, I didn't let the tears fall, I bit back.

Unknown: You know, I'm beginning to think that you aren't such a kind person at all. I mean, blocking me, seriously? You can do better, right?

Me: Tell me who you are! Please. And if you won't, just let it go, okay? I'm going to call the police if you don't. I threatened. It was the first time I've threatened someone.

I already told you, Darling. I ask the questions here. And as for the whole threat, I wouldn't do that if I were you. You never now who you're talking to, where they are or what they're doing.

"Come on!" I whisper-yelled to myself in frustration. I wanted to pull my hair but resisted. I don't want to go bald yet.

Me: Just answer this one, why are you doing this? Why me, do you even know me? Do I even know you?

Unknown: You know I do love your determination, but it's going to get you no where, Sweetheart. Just do as I say and everything will be fine, it's simple.

That was the last text I read, I threw my phone aside and thought about what to do. I didn't actually dare call the police. What if it was just a prank, the police will think I'm overreacting or an idiot? My parents weren't an option, either, they'll just take my phone away from me forever, to 'protect' me.

I did the only thing that was on my mind, I went to Grayson's contact and pushed it in. Evie and Arabella were in the cinema together, I kindly declined their offer after they asked me, and Natalie was probably with her friends - I didn't want to appear as a loser who couldn't take care of herself to them than I already did.

When he insisted on coming over, I looked around my room and quickly cleaned up a bit, just so there weren't any undergarments on the floor or anything.

As I let him in through the window when he arrived, I had my phone in hand again and he sat down on my bed after I motioned to it.

He now has it in his hands and he requested if he could inspect the messages we sent, I nodded, giving him full consent. As his eyes swiftly went through them, the old messages from the number I blocked and the new ones that came in only minutes ago.

His face went from neutral to strained and it looked as if he were trying his best to hold in his true emotions. "Have you seen the latest chats he sent you?" he asked me, his tone low and coming out as a growl. I shook my head and gulped. Why does he want to know?

He stood up instantly, making me hump, and strolled over to the window and heaved it up again. He stuck his head out and searched for something...or someone.

"Wha-What's wrong? What are you doing?" I asked almost frantically.

"Don't look!" he warned, but it was too late. I had already taken the phone he left on the bed in my hand, and nearly dropped it on the floor when I saw what he meant. The deep frown on his beautiful face slowly vanished. He waited for me to do or say something, but I couldn't. The only thing running through my mind was complete chaos.

What is this? at first. Then, oh shit. Now, oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God! What the hell is this, who the hell is this?

My breathing became heavy and my eyes were open wide, not blinking, because I still couldn't believe the picture I saw in front of me.

The sight of a girl with loose, brown, long and wavy hair. The picture was taken through the window from outside, in the now-getting-close-to-dark. My window. And the girl was me.

"Sophia, calm down," his voice was soft, it was never this soft. Nevertheless, I stared at him as if he were insane.

"C-Calm down?" I breathed out in disbelieve.

"I know, I know. But, please, try to control your breathing," he took discrete step closer and I didn't notice, I was too busy feeling my pulse go higher and higher. I was pacing at this moment, my hands were in my hair, rubbing my arm to soothe myself, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt -

I was suddenly pushed against the wall, gently yet with enough force to shut me up and let me hold in my breath. My back was leaning on the hard wall, while on either side of my head were his strong arms, trapping me in. I looked down at myself, only then observing my outfit. I was wearing an over-sized shirt with some comfy shorts on, the t-shirt covered up 'til around mid-thigh.

I felt his hot breaths on my face, only a little, while I started taking in rapid and short ones. It helped for a second, though, when he held me like this. I was silent, but after that passed, my chest began heaving again. "He's out there," I whispered, looking at the window past his head. Tears prickled my eyes again and they were on the brim of escaping. Usually I'd try to hold them in, but now, here with Grayson, I couldn't care any less.

"Exactly, he's out there. We're in here. Behind locked doors, I closed that window again. Plus, your parents are here," he ranted on. "Nothing can happen to you, to anyone. Nothing is going to happen, okay?"

It didn't help, my mind wouldn't let me believe that he couldn't get in. And just the thought of him spying on us right now is extremely disturbing, goosebumps rose on my arms. Fortunately, he shut the curtains as well.

He struggled to think of something to distract me with. "Uhm..." I've never seen him look so vexed before. "You're sixteen, right? When's your birthday?" he asked, but I shook my head.

"Not anymore. I've already turned seventeen," I explained. He raised his brows and was about to ask a question, but I interjected. "The day you took me to that place, your secret, private place...then was my birthday," I elaborated.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He almost seemed upset by it - almost.

"It didn't seem important at the moment," I whispered. Our faces were so close, if one of us moved more than an inch, our noses would be touching.

He didn't really look pleased by my response, but didn't say anything to disagree.

This actually did help, in fact. He was really trying to get my mind off of it. He kept on giving me questions I had to think about before I could answer. And after a few more, my stress has calmed down a lot. I was now focusing on his face, so close to mine... Every single feature about it is exceedingly beautiful. His eyes were now less dark than before and had become a tint lighter green.

My lips, that were still slightly open from before, were met with his gaze, and I couldn't help but do the same. Those lips, how long I have wanted to caress them with my own. It was strange though, all these thoughts were new to me. I have never really been in love, not like this. I thought it was a crush, but it has evolved into pure love. For me, at least, I don't know what goes on in his head.

He brought his face a little closer, and just as I thought it would, our noses brushed together, I barely felt it. He set his left hand on the place between my jaw and cheek. His hands, the strong and big hands were rough and it made me shiver, though it had a velvety hint to it. I loved it.

I automatically leaned into his hand and it brought us a little closer. We breathed the same air and every little sound around us disappeared. It was only us in this world. The thought of some creep crawling around the house long gone.

It surprised me, and him, too, when I was the one who closed the close-to-nothing space between the two of us. It was a tender movement and I wanted to stay like this forever. He began to slowly and hesitantly move his lips, me following his lead. This was my first kiss and I didn't know what I was doing. Am I doing it right? What if he doesn't want this? Maybe I'm the baddest kisser he's ever kissed with!

Our mouths acted in sync and I now fully leaned into his body. When I leisurely pulled away, our breaths were the only thing that could be heard. Meanwhile it was by-now evening, the sun setting and the light from outside getting less bright. My room wasn't lit, as I used the sunlight as source of light before.

"I didn't think I'd ever tell you this...but you are so irresistibly beautiful, Sophia," he mumbled, voice deep and meaningful. I couldn't tell if he sounded exasperated for some reason or relieved. I didn't quite know how to reply to that. I, neither as apparently him, thought I'd ever hear those words fall from his mouth.

I gave him the smallest smile of smiles, a shy yet confident one. "Thank you, but-" I dropped the sentence when he positioned one finger against my lips, hardly making contact.

"You don't know how much it irks me to see that you don't think of yourself as beauteous, because you are, and so much more," he spoke in an enchanting tone that had me stare at him the whole time.

"Thank you," I corrected myself, not continuing with any 'but's. He smiled, a genuine and sincere smile that made me melt on the place. No one in my whole life has ever had such an effect on me, I wonder if I have one on him...

"Come on, you look tired," Grayson said calmly, not trying to interrupt the sudden wave of sleepiness that overcame me. He walked besides me and opened the covers from on my bed. I climbed inside and pulled them back over me, already feeling warm and comfy.

"Grayson?" I mumbled, just by hearing me speak you could tell I was sleepy.

"Yeah?" he said, smiling down at me, and it actually reached his eyes, it was a contagious one as well.

"What about...him? What if his still outside?" I required. He sighs lightly, seemingly not knowing the answer, either.

"I'll look around for him while I leave, okay?"

I bolted right up and got out of bed, standing next to him and placing a hand on his arm. "No! What if he hurts you?"

Grayson smirked down at me, "Don't worry, he won't hurt me. And he's probably gone by now," he tried to reassure me, leading me back to the bed. I looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Please...just be careful, okay." He nodded and rested his forehead against mine, looking deeply into my blue eyes.

"I will," he replied, and inhaled once, then, when I was once again laying in my bed, he straightened his back and turned around. His hand was on the doorknob when I stopped him for the last time that night, "Wait."

He glanced over his shoulder at me. "D-Do you..." I sighed, turning my head to the side. "Nevermind. Good night, Grayson."

He knew what I was about to say and this was his response, "I'll make it up to you, I promise. I just have something to do real quick at home, but I can come back if you want? After I finished?" he suggested. That's very mindful of him, I thought, swooning a little in my head.

"No, that's alright. Thank you, though," I said, truly grateful. "For tonight, coming here...everything." Somewhere between these lines I also meant the kiss, but didn't actually say the words.

"Don't mention it. But just remember that you are safe here and you can always call me if there's something you need. Always." He was smiling again. "And I'm going to make it up with you, and for your birthday," he added. I wanted to reject his kind offer, but he looked at me with an instant look on is face.

I nodded and he bid me a 'sleep well' and tenderly closed the door behind him. He told me that he was a master at sneaking in and out of houses, so I didn't need to worry about my parents finding out he was here.

They always say that you remember your first kiss, especially if it's with someone you really love. I had no doubt to believe that, I'd forever think of this moment we shared whenever I looked at the wall my back was against while it happened. I just hope it was as special to him as it was to me...

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A/N: Hiiiya! The moment I have been waiting for has come, eeekk! Hope you liked it as much as I did writing it.

I made it a little longer for you guys to apologise for my late updates.

See ya until next time!