Novel & Cerita Trouble When You Walked In

Before I knew it, I fell to the ground, weakened. My head pushed the wardrobe open making a loud sound. Fuck! Trouble!!!! ………

Just as in cue the song's high notes hit, " I knew you were trouble when you walked in, shame on me now - ow." Our eyes met and for a second I felt the world stop. She seemed surprised when I stood stunned to my core looking at her walking into my head. It felt like destiny was giving me hints. She was not only trouble but she put me to shame because she broke our eye contact minutes ago while I was unable to tear away my gaze from her. I smirked when I saw her complaining to Anna. Of course she would have cursed about me looking at her like a caveman. Because I saw Anna esping me through Ria's shoulder.

But tonight, I was desperate, deeply heartbroken, and officially out of options. I grabbed my small purse, locked the doors of my useless car, and started walking down the dark road. The heavy thumping of loud music and the rough roar of male laughter grew louder with every step. Gravel crunched loudly under my sneakers. My heart pounded harder and faster against my ribs. By the time I reached the front entrance and pushed open the heavy wooden door, my palms were sweaty and my stomach was tied in tight knots.

speech. Nothing. Which was exactly why it felt wrong. “…this is a trap,” I muttered under my breath. Because when things suddenly become easy in a situation that hasn’t been easy— You question it. Still… I walked. Slow at first. Then normal. Then out the front doors. The air hit me like something I hadn’t realized I missed. Warm. Open. Uncontrolled. I stopped just outside the building. Didn’t move. Didn’t walk away. Just stood there.

And when the person walked in, my world tilted. I opened my mouth—but no words came out.

I'd always end up getting hurt so why bother? My feet carried my pathetic self out of the room, the door kissed my back, the wind brushing against my skin. I walked down the stairs. The emptiness of the grand hall welcomed me— which had now been turned back to a living room. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed some snacks. I poured the chips into a bowl and turned when I crashed into something hard. I looked up, my eyes landing on a pair of defined cheek bones and eyes. I take a nervous step back. “ You can't seem to stop yourself don't you?”

i take two deep breaths and go for it. The first few steps were good. I was confident and sure of myself. Only, he turned towards me, and all of my thoughts fly out of my head. All of a sudden, I don't know how to walk anymore,my confident strut became a disgraceful, graceless wobble.

he said. My eyes widened in alarm, My mouth open to scream but nothing came out. I had walked straight into a trap.

, I smiled and left the shop. On my way out that annoying bell went off again. I forgot about it and it startled me again, causing me to stop and cringe. When I tried to continue on the sidewalw, I walked right into someone, knocking shoulders with them, and dropping my coffee in the process. I hadn't even gotten to try it. How disappointing. I looked up to apologize to the person I walked into, but I was not expecting the man in front of me.

According to G****e, a walk of shame is, "an instance of walking back home on the day after an unplanned casual sexual encounter, typically dressed in the same clothes as the previous evening." That's interesting considering I am wearing the same clothes and yet, nobody has ravaged the hell out of my pussy. So why in the hell does this feel like a walk of shame, me, out here on a dark, but warm New York night? Surely, it's not because I had sex. No. I definitely did not do that.