Arranged to be Yours

Chapter 2

An idiot. What else could this guy be? I mean, it's the middle of the night and he's hanging out of his window like some sort of monkey. Wait a minute, I guess calling him a monkey would be fitting, right? Albeit a bit harsh considering I don't actually know the guy but fitting nonetheless. Fine, an idiot it is.

Right about then I dared to glance down and it hit me...who is the real idiot here, me or him? Because I am hanging out off my own damn window too. Great. So by insulting him, I am basically insulting myself. Suppose if someone here were stupid, it would be me. But hey, I am trying to escape some twisted game of love that my parents arranged, what's to be expected?

I shook my head to rid me of my silly thoughts. I have an objective. So I have to focus on that and only that.

I climbed a little bit more, step-by-step, taking care to be extremely quiet as I do so, and when there was only about two rulers' height between me and the ground I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart before pushing away from the wall and letting my grip on my sheets drop, landing in a slightly crouched position. There. I'd done it. Truth be told, I felt rather proud of myself in that moment. I had never snuck out off the house when I was younger and still lived with my parents. Not once. Yet look at me now. Well, they say there is a first time for everything. Either way, I stood, brushed myself off and took my bag before heading to my car.

I had just gotten into the driver seat when I was reminded of the time. It was the middle of the night. Literally. My watch showed 00:00. If I started my car now, the entire neighbourhood would hear and wake up, most likely coming out to inspect. I'd get caught for sure. No. That won't do at all. So I took my purse, got out and locked my car. I could come back in the early morning hours when people were bustling about with Saturday activities to make a run for it. The only question that remained...what do I do with myself until then?

Caramel Crumb Cinema. Bingo. It's a cinema located in a bit of a busier part of town, near the famous shopping strip of Lavender Road. I used to go there a lot with my parents when I was younger and I vaguely remember it being open 24/7. One of the reasons why it was so popular. Movie night it is then, I decided. Besides, it's been ages since I'd been to the cinema.

Digging out my earphones from my pocket, I started up my mp3 player and began scrolling through the songs. What can I say, I'm a sucker for the classics. I'd just decided on a song, some upbeat melody from my early high school years, when I looked up just a tad too late. The same guy from a few houses down was nervously looking over his shoulder, as if he was afraid of being followed. One thing led to another and before you knew it, we collided into each other, both falling flat on our behinds.

"Ouch," I mumbled out, the wind knocked out of me. He, however, seemed to react much faster than me, because not even a few seconds had passed before he was all over me, kind of like a Labrador puppy.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, I didn't see you at all!" He helped me up and I groaned at my sore backside before grumbling at him.

"Clearly."

I went to pick up my purse but he beat me to it, still rambling on.

"I really am sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you but you see I need to leave town rather urgently and can't tell anyone because it's kind of a spur of the moment thing-" and so he rambled on and on and on to the point where I began to wonder if he even knew how to just shut up.

He handed me my bag, whilst still yapping away about how sorry he was mind you, and I took a few moments to examine his face.

He was...handsome. Gorgeous actually. He had soft doe eyes, caramel coloured, and they were so mesmerizing that I could easily get lost in them if I wanted to. He had a jawline that most men would kill for with slightly tanned skin and a mop of inky dark waves that seemed as soft as feathers on top of his head, not a single strand out of place. Oh what I would give to run my fingers through his hair, even just once. But the killer had to be his mouth. He had plump full lips but not overboard, just enough to be sensual and seductive. What would it feel like to kiss him? To feel his soft lips against mine?