What If

11

"Who are you?"

I almost jumped in surprise when a deep husky voice came from the door where I saw earlier with a " Closed Door " sign.

I stood still. And my heart began to beat faster. It was a bad idea entering here even the sign says " Were Close."

Just then I heard footsteps gettting nearer. And I enhaled deeply before deciding to turn around. Im really just curious when Mr. Stephens gave me the map for my part time job that even if its ten pm already, I decided to drop by. Maybe one look would put my excited nerves to rest.

"Im calling the police now." The voice said with a deep haunted tone that sent my bones chilling.

I quickly turn around. But was met by a deep piercing green eyes. Never seen such lovely eyes that I just stood there unable to utter a word. I noticed that it has some shade of emerald around the pupils. Maybe from the light of a lamp post outside.

" Too young to be a burglar. But then, I don't have to wonder. This is America after all." He shakes his head and began dialling his phone.

That's when I woke up from the hypnotizing power of those eyes, when he transfer his vision to the phone he was holding.

And realization hits me.

"N..No, please stop!" I quickly grab his phone from his hands.

He stared at me with hooded eyes. As if I am some crazy girl who runs away from a mental institution. He steps closer. And I heard his rugged breath few inches from my face. I felt a tingling sensation when I looked up at him.

I can feel my hands began to wet and tremble. And I backed away.

"..I..I am the girl who's going to work here. I mean, Im the one Mr. Stephens telling about." Why do I have to stummer? Granted, I entered here without asking permission. But the door is open though it has a " closed " sign. It swung open. With or without a sign.

But I knew that what I did is wrong. I could have been shot dead!

" I don't know what your talking about. And I don't know a name as Mr. Stephens. Are you drunk? " He said with an accent. Britist accent. I am aware that French is the language of love and its the most beautiful. But I prefered British. Always. And this man proved me right.

I gave him a horrified look. I was never allowed to drink any alcohols. And this is the first time someone ask me something related to it. I shifted my balance with my left foot.

" Wait! Your underage, right?" He questions me again. He stroked his hair with his fingers in an irritating manner. Like he was talking to a five year old child. He walked away. And I let out a long deep breath, I realized I was holding.

But then I saw him turned on the switch. And soon I was welcomed by a bright gray colored walls and a black and white carpeted floors. I rubbed my eyes slightly. Clearly blinded by the sudden light. And a shocking reality bumped me.

There were lots of canvasses all over. Palettes and paints were placed in a huge long table. And some paints spilled on to the floors.

My eyes grew wide and I suddenly felt cold. Im in a wrong shop! Not a chocolate shop but an art shop!

And then I heard him say, " You wanna share me somethin'?" He crossed his arms and stared at me with straight eyes. Again, with that accent.

And Im left without no choice but to look at those haunting eyes again.

He is tall and lean. And his light brown hair is long that almost covered his eyes. He's wearing a sleeveless white shirt and a tight jeans with holes on the knees. The tattoo on his arms were evident. Im not a fan of tattoed guys coz I found them dangerous and psychotic. But this one marked it all wrong. I don't feel anything but admiration.

I held my breath and swallowed hard. I never felt something like this towards opposite sex. And for once, I envied Janice flirty words. This guy is totally hot!

" So, whats up now? Lost your tongue, eh?" He said with a smirk. Dimples grew on his face.

I cleard my throat. Its not my habit to think dirty thoughts towards a guy. And staying out at night alone with a stranger is totally a mistake.

"Im sorry. I got in a wrong place. I thought this was the chocolate shop Im looking for." I heard myself say, with a weird trembling voice.

" The what? I mean, you mistook my shop as a chocolate shop? What the hell was that?" He waved his hand to the paints and paintings. And started to chuckled. That ended to a laugh.

Though I found him handsome and a total hot, I hated it when people thinks of me as dumb or naive girl who still needs parental guidance. And I hated it also when they make fun of me. Just like that Ryell Jacksons! And just like this guy with green eyes.

"Excuse me, if you found it funny. You can laugh whole night if you want. But I think I have to go." And then with a swift move I began to slide on to the door.

"Hey! You think you can just go off like that?" I heard his deep husky voice echoed through the silent room.

And I winced when I felt his cold fingers touching my right arm. I literally tremble. What if this guy is a rapist or a maniac? Surely, Im in great danger! I bite my lower lip to stop from crying.

I shook my arm away. Not even facing him. I regret coming here. And I regret I let my curiousity overruled me.

"Dont touch me, please. I really am sorry." I say, shiverring. Never have I thought that I will be here trembling and scared with a guy I never known.

"Im not touching you! I mean, okay I did. But it was no malice. You think Im going to rape you?" He said with a light laugh.

I turned my head to look at him. I saw he's eyes glistening. With amusement.

"Dont flatter yourself. Your not my type. I like boobsy girls. And I think your not one of them" He said with a mocking tone.

My face blushed. And I can feel my face is on fire. I quickly covered my chest with both arms. And glared at him with wide eyes.

"Relax. I said your not my type, right?. Dont cover yourself like that. You dont look sexy." He said with a chuckle.

I gave him a disgusted look. And then I turned away.

I quickly ran outside without even glancing back. Tears running down on my cheeks. I was never humiliated before in that way. And that made me no idea how to counter back. I ran to my bike that layed on the trunk of a tree. I left it there when I decided to search the area. No idea that I was to be met by a rude and arrogant guy. And I will never admit that he was handsome and hot!