UNCONDITIONALLY YOURS

Take a risk, for once? // 6

I unenthusiastically shoved my body up from my soft bed as I heard a tapping at my window. I was stunned as I realised someone was throwing pebbles. What on earth?! I thought to myself. And then I saw him again. I saw the one who kept me awake. I saw the one who crept his way into my dreams. I saw the one I wanted to hate, but I could not. I planned to forget about his effect on me as I would never see him again, but he was there. The truth was Parker Jones had taken my heart hostage for just a few moments the previous day, disallowing me to think straight. It was truly daunting. The way his veins bulged, and his nose crinkled when he saw that man chaining my wrist to the wall, communicating distinctly that there was a chance I was not the only one to lose my mind over the other at first sight. I told myself I should not have been bothered whether or not he felt what I felt, and I despised that I was bothered so enormously and painfully. I melted back into those indescribable eyes, the eyes I craved to study up close. I could not fall for his evil games. I could not and I would not break my rules. I chose to treat him as I would anyone else, it was better that way and it was far easier to conceal my thoughts. I opened my window.

"Pebbles. How cliché. If you broke my window you would be the one repairing it".

He raised an eyebrow at me, and then grinned overconfidently. "I presumed you would have rather me not ring the doorbell. Come on down."

If only he had of known just how much I really wanted that. I had to remind myself several times, I could not get close to anyone. With ordinary relationships, I could control them, but with him I would lose myself. "I don't want to." I hoped I had not revealed how downhearted that made me.

"Well that is a shame, I was hoping I wouldn't have to talk to your darling father, but if you won't come down I guess I will be having to use the doorbell after all." He was clearly challenging me.

"You wouldn't!" I gasped.

"I sure would." Without taking his eyes off of me, he gradually strolled toward my front door.

"You're impossible!" I moaned, "OK, I am coming."

I had never felt such tension take control of my mind, there was barely space left for my other emotions. It was a bizarre and unfamiliar feeling. I hurried down the stairs and made my way to the door. I put my hand upon the door handle, and then I paused. I breathed in and out a few times before cautiously pulling the door handle down. When I opened the door I did not think about the fact I was only wearing a T-shirt and jeans in the middle of winter. I did not think about how my father could have seen me, and I certainly did not think about everything about him that told me to stay away. I only thought about Parker Jones, the first person to ever overshadow my boundaries. Boundaries that were now broken. Broken rules.

Up close his eyes were spectacular, more than I could have contemplated. His jet-black hair and eyelashes helped to project every hue of jungle, rimmed by golden specs. I was baffled that I had not recognised him in the café, but even photos of him on the internet did not compare to when he was standing in front of me.

"A penny for your thoughts." He said whilst gazing wonderingly into my eyes.

"What?" I questioned

"A penny for your thoughts. You look particularly concentrated; I want to know what's going on in that head of yours." Lord, I could never tell him that. Even thinking about it made me embarrassed, embarrassment also being a foreign emotion to me.

"Is that all my thoughts are worth?" He continued glared at me expectantly. "I was just thinking about why you came here. I am presuming you now know who I am, why come?"

"I wanted to check you are OK after yesterday. I know you are about to tell me you are fine, but what happened is not something to keep to yourself. It would be fair for you to be pretty shaken by it." I had not given a second thought about the original incident. The only think that shook me about that evening was him. Logan had forced me to bandage my wrist, which he believed was sprained, but other than that I was unaffected. "I'm going to take wild guess and presume I'm the only person who knows?"