«Skylar's POV»

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1:00 am.

My parents were sound asleep. Chicken was sound asleep. The moon was glowing brightly out in the night sky. And I, Skylar Anderson, was dressed up in butt-kicking jeans, black T-shirt and my favorite black motorcycle boots.

I looked at myself in the mirror just beside my desk. I actually looked like a kick-ass actor right out from an action movie with all that black attire. I realized how it might be just too much.

With a sigh, I went back and changed into another pair of jeans, a full sleeved sweater and my sneakers.

I was a real sicko.

And just like that, I jumped down from my window –which wasn't too high– and took my bicycle. Unlike Alex's parents, my parents thought I was still too young to get a car. So, I got stuck with a bicycle.

But anyways, I had something.

I took off towards the street which was so called Chriswood. I didn't know the way, but Google did and so I followed the Google maps.

After so many turns into dark isolated streets, I reached a place which looked more isolated than the streets before. The surroundings were dark with just a moon shining above. It made it look somewhat more creepy.

I parked my bicycle in the corner and took my helmet off. Then I started my way forward. I slowly walked ahead, looking at the scraped fence beside me. Moving alongside it, I found myself behind a big playground.

I stopped and finally registered something. This playground looked straight out from a horror movie.

"Hello?" I asked awkwardly. "Is somebody...alive?"

Just as I finished my sentence, I heard a crunch of a twig behind me. I turned around abruptly to find no one. I had no idea what that was or where I was supposed to go.

Controlling the sudden groan, I realized how my curiosity just trapped me. I would not make it out alive. My guts were literally screaming at me that I would die in this creepy place.

Oh God.

I looked around for somebody. Whoever sent me that letter, that person must be here. I didn't just sacrifice my good night's sleep for nothing.

I'm in a freaking haunted playground!

I felt my heart hammering inside my chest. How would my parents feel when they'd find out that their only daughter's body was found in a playground near Chriswood street?

I should've at least left a note.

I shuddered at that thought and decided to go back to my bicycle.

Just when I took a step back, I heard a bullet firing. My eyes almost popped out of my sockets as I froze right at my spot and looked around.

It was a gunshot. I was hundred percent sure.

I took another step and surprisingly, more firing erupted around me. I couldn't see the people but I knew I'd soon be dead if I didn't run. Not surprisingly, my feet were glued right to the ground.

God, this place isn't haunted! It's a freaking bullet firing spot!

Why the hell would someone even call me here? I, never in my life, had such enemies who would want me dead. I didn't even have enemies.

"Oh my God." I whispered in horror, not sure where to go.

What if I take the wrong way and a bullet hits me?

I would've certainly died if someone hadn't pulled me away. That person pushed me from the way, down towards the ground. Realization hit me as I felt somebody's arms around me. I couldn't make out the face.

"Ow!" I complained as I rubbed my head which was starting to throb.

Whoever saved me had his arms around me as gunshots fired behind us. I couldn't make out his features due to the dark and my throbbing head. I think my vision even blurred a little.

He stood up dragging me up too as we got behind a wall. I wasn't just scared. I was terrified.

"Who are y–" I started but went quiet when he placed his hand on my mouth, shutting me. I would've probably pushed him away only if I hadn't heard sudden footsteps behind us. I shut my eyes, horrified.

Oh God. Please don't let me die.

Thankfully, those footsteps faded away instead of catching up to us. I hadn't been thankful to God more than this.

The person in front of me waited a second before stepping back, finally pulling his hand away from my mouth. He looked behind me checking if somebody was still there.

And that's when I registered his face.

This can't be-

"Caden?" I spoke out in a raspy whisper.

This was the third time I had seen him today. Well, technically not since it was way past midnight. But still.

He seemed to realize who I was before his tensed face turned into an unbelievable frown.

"Not you again." He muttered.

The tone he used was actually a wound to my pride. That kind of tone would actually be a wound to every girl's pride. But I chose to ignore it. Partly because he had actually saved my life.

"Why are you here? Did you write me that letter?" I asked accusingly.

He was still looking at me with the same unbelievable look. "Let me ask you the exact same question. How in the hell did you end up here?"

I crossed my arms, flinching slightly as my head throbbed again. I was sure how there would be a bump on my head tomorrow.

"I got a letter." I looked around.

I was still confused about the sudden gunshots. And that letter. Why in the world would someone ask me to come here?

He raised his brow at me like he couldn't believe me. "And that letter told you to come here?"

I nodded with slight hesitation.

"Well, next time ask your boyfriend to not mistake the address for your date." He said in threatening voice. "Who even asks someone for a date on a freaking letter?"

That really took me off guard. He really thought I was asked out on a date? On a letter? I mean, that was offending.

"Are you for real?" I asked out loud. "Firstly, I do not have a boyfriend. And secondly, an unknown person asked me to come here."

He let out a cold laugh.

"Right. Who would even ask you on a date." And that wasn't even meant as a question. It was a clear statement. "What if I wouldn't have been here? You would've been a disgusting puddle of blood by now."

That actually hurt. For real.

Before I could've actually started tearing up on that insult, which I normally would've, I shook my head slightly and took a step back.

"If you don't want to believe me, then be my guest. I really don't care about your shitty opinion."

What did he think of himself? I knew how I might have died if he hadn't saved me, but he had no right to throw it on my face.

Before I could've walked over to my bicycle, I looked straight into his eyes. Those eyes which once froze me to my spot.

"I've never met somebody as fucking rude as you." I said before walking away.

Even if I was scared, I still hopped on my bicycle and rode away.

I finally knew why they said that Caden Miller was the biggest shithead at Crestmont High.

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