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+ 8	Bewildered Pt. 4
+ 9	Bewildered Pt. 3
+ 8	Bewildered Pt. 2
+ 8	Bewilder Part. 1

"Oh so you just decided to put my unconscious body in my car and drive off with me? Well, where ever the hell you are from it’s called kidnapping, and I don’t appreciate it." I said angrier then I had ever been in my whole entire life

"I’m gunna pull over here so we can get something to eat. I think it will help with your head ache." Reagan said being considerate.

"Yea… whatever." I mumbled.

What the hell is going on, I thought that maybe I would get some answers but no. We are no where near my house so I don’t even know how the hell I am getting home. I was only passed out for a good 30 minutes. Seriously.

"You talk to your self out loud a lot." He said in a matter-of-fact-way.

"Oh really mister smart one, what did I say?" I said mimicking his matter-of fact tone.
"Something about getting answers. Honestly I didn’t listen to you." he said in a sweet honest scottish voice.

"Fine. We can get something to eat."

I finally gave up and let him turn the car off. The car was surprisingly warm, but as soon as I stepped out of the car I got the worst shiver that had anyone could ever get. I wasn't sure if I had just got the shiver from the lack of clothing I was wearing but I was wearing my favorite outfit. It was my olive green sweater with my white tank top underneath and my white vest with fur on the hood. Then I had on my worn out boot cut jeans with my black uggs tucked over.

As I hurried to catch up with Reagan I took a short glance behind me to make sure I wasn't being watched but I didn't realize that Reagan had stopped short so I bumped into him. He didn't even budge when I walked into him but I nearly fell to the ground. Within a blink of an eye he had caught me before I hit the ground. His muscular arms embraced my body as if he had wanted to hold me all along. My heart was racing like as if I had just ran a 5 mile marathon, I didn't know what to say to him. I wanted to yell "What the hell was that? I'm not fragile...OKAY?" but instead I tried to find the reason to why my heart was racing abnormally fast. I looked up to see his gorgeous face grinning. Reagan was locked on the expressions on my face, I knew I was confused but was I blushing! OH MY GOSH, I WAS BLUSHING! I squimred to get out of Reagan's arms but he just held me closer to his body. My face was burning, I knew I was no longer cold because my face was bright red, let alone Reagan's hot body so close to mine.

He lifted me up so I was on my feet, I couldn't help but hide my face in his chest. Reagan gave me a reassuring hug and left his right arm around my waist he led me to the glass door of the dinner. I couldn't help but take another look behind me just to make myself feel as though I was safe. All I saw was my black mercades parked under the light, I wouldn't let myelf look into the forest. Reagan could feel that my body had tensed up, so he pulled me closer as we walked through the door he had politely opened. Finally we sat at the counter on those soft broken-into spinning seats. I glanced at Reagan, his jaw was clenched and he was staring into the red counter as we waited for the waitress to come to the counter to take our owner. I decided to ignore what he was doing.

Its none of my concern about what he is thinking now is it? I shouldn't worry about him, I mean there is no need to. He can handle things on his own.

Hm. I wish he would look at me... I really want to see what color his eyes...

"You did it again you know?" Reagan said looking at me with a grin.

Thats odd, I know I wouldn't want him to hear me talk about him.

"But I never said anything." I reached out to hold his chin in my hand to see what color his eyes were but he looked away.

Damnit. Why the hell is he trying to burn holes in the counter?

"I'm just waiting for food, thats all. I didn't know there was a lot of people here."

"...He always likes to make a scence." Reagan murmured to himself.

I tried to ask him who he was talking about but the bimbo waitress came over and ruined everything.

"How can I help ya folks?" The waitress said in a bubblely voice even though it was almost 11:30 at night.

"I'll just have..." I said and then got intruputed by Golden boy.

"We'll have two Cheesebugers with fries, and two chocolate shakes."

The waitress disappeared into the kitchen behind the old swing door.

"What if I was a vegitarian?"

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