The sound of my footsteps, one after the other, kept ringing in my ears. My heart kept beating with a race of 70 beats a minute. Of course its not because I was walking fast, but because he was following me. That right there just bugged the hell out of me. Why the hell does he want to get to know me anyway? It just doesn't make sense. Suddenly, my brain turned back on, and the full reason of why he was doing this was totally evident. Just like any other boy, he just wants to have sex with me. Of course, why didn't I see it before?! I groaned, as bolted into a full-on run.
Considering how fast I was going, I was surprised he kept up with me. But then again, I wasn't so surprised considering his abs were well-built and extremely tough. Not to mention his six-pack that made every girl drool. Pathectic. I looked back to take one quick look at his abs, and realized what I was missing. If I WAS a slut, I'd be able to touch them anytime I wanted. But, too bad for him, I'm not. Ok, am I seriously talking about his abs right now? Wow...I'm losing it.
I found myself sprinting, trying to keep his six-pack out of my head. The motivation of getting away from him was now extremely high, which in my book, is for the better. That's the last thing I need is a boy distracting my mind while running away. I kept pushing my legs into going faster. My muscles were burning while the tension made my body feel weaker and weaker. My lungs ached with the sore injection of air pumping into my blood. I could feel sweat beginning to slide down my armpits. Gross. I didn't stop though; I needed to keep going.
When I heard he was beginning to breathe heavier, my mouth formed into a smile. Hehe, Look who's getting sore?! My heart thudded inside of my chest and my legs were beginning to slow down. No, I can't slow down, I have to keep running! Keep going Brianna! Maybe he'll give up!!! I screamed this in my head, over and over. The more I repeated that to myself, the more I ran. Stupid right? But it worked.
Once I reached about 50 yards up the road, I turned around, and there he was. Right by my friggin' side. My breathing was outragious, and my legs began to fall. Ugh.......Why couldn't he just give up?
Suddenly, I heard laughter slip from his mouth,
"Uh, do you think you can slow down a bit? I mean, it's not like you're going to get away."
He smirked, as he ran about 5 feet ahead of me.
"See?" He smiled, like he just proved a major point, while jogging backwards.
"Ugh, will you just go away? What do you want?" I hissed, rolling my eyes.
"Nothing. I just...I don't know." He shrugged.
My legs slowed down completely, causing me only to walk. I could hear my heart beating inside of my head and my temperature was beginning to rise. I tried to get control of my heavy breathing. And once I did, I stopped in the middle of the road.
"Well, why don't you figure it out?" I said, raising one eyebrow, staring into his gorgeous eyes.
"Uh, k, someone's a smart ass?!" He spat.
"Shut up. Just tell me what you want!!!" I snapped.
It may sound weird, but I actually liked the fact that he didn't want to leave. Of course I would never admit that to him. For now, I'll just have him think I didn't like it. Wait, what am I doing? I'm supposed to be running away remember? I can't waste my time thinking about some incredibly hot guy standing in front of me. That'll ruin everything!!! I sighed. Each time a word slips from his incredible lips, I found myself believing that less and less.
He shrugged, "I wanna give you a ride to wherever you're going."
"Why would you even bother?" I asked, confusion written across my face.
"Uh, it's a thing called "being nice?!" He replied, clearly frusturated.
I laughed. "Alright "nice" guy, what are you doing here anyway?"
"I'm....vacationing." He said, stumbling over his words.
"Sure you are." I replied, completely sarcastic.
He smirked, "Yeah I am vacationing, just like YOU had the perfect life."
I couldn't help but laugh a little, "K, you caught me. But, no one's life is perfect. It was pretty great though."
He smiled wide, "I'm sure it was."
I gave him a small smile, and began to stare into his eyes. He stared back into mine, which made it really awkward...but honestly...I loved every second of it. I gulped as the lump in my throat didn't budge. My hands were shaking, but you couldn't notice while I was holding the box. His eyes didn't leave mine, even after 30 seconds, and he began to get closer. My eyes stayed glued to his, but my mind was swirling with the most craziest prediction that could ever happen...
What is he doing?
He's coming over here to kiss you.
No he's not, I just freakin' met him.
But he's going too. Just look at him getting closer.....
Uh, If he is, he better back away from me.
Why? I thought you wanted him too.
Oh yeah, sure, who says I want him too? Thats just gross.
No it isn't.
Yes it is.
No it isn't.
Yes it is.
No it-
Okay, you know what, shut up.
The closer he got, the more nervous I became. It was like every step made my heart skip a beat. When I realized he was inches away from my face, that's when I felt I was doomed. Trying to stay steady, I found myself looking deeply into his eyes. His brown eyes had green specks in them, which made them even more attracitve. Great. Just great. Butterflies fluttered inside of my stomach, as that weird, 'make-the-hair-stand-on-your-back' kind of feeling came back. I could feel goosebumps climbing up my arms. His breathing was steady and his eyes twinkled (if they could do such a thing). I got a remarkable view of his lips and it was beginning to scare the living hell out of me.
He stared at my lips until he finally said something..."Are you sure you don't want a ride?"
I sighed, as I tried to convice myself think that I actually didn't want that kiss to happen. Of course he wouldn't kiss me, like I said, we just freakin' met. I sighed again, as my mind snapped back to his question 'Are you sure you don't want a ride?' Being completely cautious, I realized that getting into his car wouldn't be worth putting my life in even MORE danger. But, the hormonal/emotional part of me was screaming "COME ON! ITS JUST A RIDE!" Battling between both sides of my common sense, I finally decided the one that I thought would be the most reasonable. So, of course, my answer was.....
"You know what, I re-thought it, and I changed my mind. I would love a ride." I smiled.
What the heck!
Hey, he doesn't look dangerous. Besides, it'll get him off my back.
HE COULD BE A MOLESTER! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE GETTING YOURSELF INTO?
Yeah, yeah, whatever.
I was beginning to like my non-logical part of my brain better. For now, at least.
He smiled his smile, that made the outline of his face look stunning, "Cool. Come with me."
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Why, Hello Happiness.
Random(Previously known as I Was Perfectly Happy Until You Came Along...Yes, I'm Lying You Idiot.) Brianna Lewis is not your average teenage girl. In fact, she's far from it. She grew up in a town, not known by the government, called Purple Thread, Neva...
