crybaby

Fingers and pervy thoughts

I got out of my school head down. All around girls my age were laughing, playing around or chatting up a storm. Ive spent the better half of the week trying to convince myself the reason I wasn't getting along with anyone was due to the fact that I was new. I just moved from London. My father and mother fancied the Americas so much they just got up and moved, of course stringing me along. I hugged my self against the cold wind. My pale skin reacted peppering goosebumps along  my slender arms. I huffed a breath and a puff of white smoke appeared.

I was going to freeze if i didn't hurry. I quicken my pace. After about 10 seconds of almost jogging i realized that this method was hurting me rather than helping me. I stoped at the end of the street to wait for a bus to back up when I heard the roar of a car engine coming my way. A black car pulled up to a drive way right beside me. A man came out, cigarette in mouth, phone to ear. He seemed to not be very happy with whoever was on the other side of the phone. After a few more seconds of heated conversation he hung up and slid the phone into his pocket. He sat down on the cars hood not taking a notice to my presence. He was staring off into oblivion. He had a cigarette in between his long slender fingers. He lifted up to his pink lips and took a long drag. He was beautiful. His face had captivated me in a way that no boy had. But the fact that he was not a boy stunned me. he looked in his mid 20s. His voice brought me out of the trance i was in. He was looking at me, amusement in his caramel eyes. "Yes? " he said
I blushed and hugged my self tighter. "Good afternoon sir, excuse me i didn't... uh... i must be... sorry" I said barely holding his gaze. He smiled softly. "you have a name, love?" He asked before taking another drag. I watched as his lips softly sucked on the butt of the cigarette. I quivered not only cause it was cold but also because of his actions. I nodded. "Arabella." I said before i could stop myself. I looked down at my watch. i had been standing here for only a minute. A bit of my embarrassment went away. It had felt like i was ogling the man for hours. He stood up from the car and stepped in front of me. He towered over me. The heat radiated off his built body. His mere closeness left me in this state of mind. I lifted my head to look at him.
"Arabella" he said. I felt my knees go weak at the sound of my name on his tongue."such a beautiful name for a girl to match it" he said taking off his suit jacket. I felt my cheeks heating. This man knew what he was doing. He wrapped his jacket around my shoulders. One of his fingers briefly brushed against my neck. I could tell the action was not accidental. It made the whole kind gesture seem tainted. I stood there speechless as he turned around and made his way into the house. I then wrapped the jacket around me tighter against the cold. I inhaled the jacket that smelled of his cologne and cigarettes. I smiled to my self and continued my vast journey trying to block any pervy thoughts from my cranium but utterly failing at the task. All I could think of was him and his bizarrely long fingers.