Our Collision

Aubre Pov: Darlin

PICTURE OF AUBRE . {Above}
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I had been training Jake all day, I think he has the hang of it by now which is good because most people take at least a week. Whenever we was on our little 15 minute breaks or our lunch break we talked about our favourite novels and we came to find that TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD is actually both of our favourite and that WUTHERING HEIGHTS is both of our second favourite.

Its weird how you can go a whole lifetime without knowing someone than out of nowhere you meet them and you can instantly click. Ive never met anyone with the same interests as me, most people my age are getting stoned or drunk whereas I work and read books and study in my free time, like Jake.

When I first heard Jakes surname was Santiago I freaked out a bit because everybody has heard of the Santiago brothers ,I have heard of his older brother the famous Colton Santiago from the town gossipers. But I never judge a book by its cover and Jake is the nicest person ever so I think the bad rumours of them are just rumours.

People never talk about Jake but they always speak of Colton. Apparently 2 years ago Colton went to a study session at one of his friends houses and when he was on his way back home his car broke down, he called his parents and they came to get him. There was a storm that night and on the way back to the house they crashed into another vehicle and there car flipped upside down. The front of the car took all the impact so both of his parent died instantly, Colton was conscience the entire time but his legs were stuck so he just sat there for 15 minutes  hanging upside down as his parents were dead in front of him until an ambulance came.

After that Colton spiralled out of control he dropped out of school and lost his scholarship to Yale, he started fighting illegally, he got loads of tattoos and people never really see him. Ive never met him in person before but everybody says hes trouble, I just think hes traumatized, I dont think others should judge on how someone deals with trauma and grief. Unless your beating the shit out of your daughter than thats not right.

Jake was watching me use the espresso machine to make an order for a middle aged couple when the door to the cafe opened and  I heard loud footsteps coming over to the counter. I faintly heard a mysterious mans deep voice say Hi to Jake, they must have known each other because Jake said Hi back.

I turned around and put the order on the counter so the couple could take them and leave so I could close early seeing as nobody else was in the cafe accept the person Jake was speaking to. As I saw the couple leave the cafe I turned around and was swept off of my feet.

A man at least in his late teens stood in front of me starring at me with his vivid emerald eyes trying to read me which was unusual because whenever a guy looked at me all they looked at was my ass they never tried to read me.

He was wearing black ripped jeans and a plain white t-shirt making most of the ink markings on his skin fully visible with only his t-shirt covering half of them. The swirls of ink became more visible the more I looked at them, at first they just seem misplaced and random but the more I starred at them they became pictures, part of a story that I didnt understand. All I wanted to do was touch them, to feel my fingertips slowly trace every picture and every line. I didnt understand my sudden fascination with them but all I knew is that I needed to know the story of each and every one of them.

I moved my eyes up to his face, his plump pink lips starring right at me I can imagine the things he can do with them the pleasure they can cause. Just thinking about it turns my stomach to knots and engulfs my lower pelvis like adding gasoline to a fire.

Carefully I studied every inch of his face, the scar above his eyebrow, his slight dimples, the beauty spot just above his jawline, his tan skin and his vivid eyes that are hiding so much behind them.

After what felt like hours of us just starring at each other Jake interrupted us by speaking up "um, Aubre this is my brother Colton" he said. I looked at him in disbelief, all I could think about was I just practically eye fucked his brother right in front of him.

My eyes darted to the famous Colton Santiago. "Hi im Aubre which you already know because your brother just said that, um im sorry im rambling I always ramble when im nervous." I quickly get out before taking a breath I never knew I was holding back.

Colton looked at me dead in the eyes and said something I never thought would make feel so alive.

"Do I make you nervous Darlin" he said with a big smirk on his face.

Before I could respond Jake sent a warning glare at Colton and shouted "Colton dont"  which Colton quickly replied with "Calm down little brother we best be on our way anyway, I hope to see you soon Aubre" with that Jake took of his apron hung it up and waved goodbye as him and his brother walked out the cafe.

After they left I went and put my apron up and locked the cafe. As I walked home all I could think about was the deep tint of a British accent as Colton spoke to me just minutes ago, the way he called me darlin did things to me that nobody has even imagined. By the time I had gotten home it was 11:20pm and my dad was still asleep on the couch which never happens because hes always out when I get home.

I took off my coat and boots put them in my room and went over to the couch to see if he was alright, when I got there I spotted a needle in his arm I screamed and crouched down next to him checking his pulse. There was nothing, I could feel nothing, I ran to my room and got my phone and called an ambulance, tears were pooling out of my eyes as I called Pam and told her to come here quick. I sat there for what felt like an eternity with my head on my dads stomach telling him how much I loved him and how sorry i was for not being the daughter that he wanted.

I could see flashing lights from outside my lounge window and ran to the door to open it, the paramedics rushed in and Pam was right behind them. I crashed to my knees and Pam sat and held me while I let out every emotion that was left in me. Which was a lot.

The rest of the night was a blur and the next thing I remember was waking up in Pams house on her sofa with my eyes feeling like they were on fire.