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3. He's...... hot!

It was Monday. A working day, full of assignments and work. I yawned as I step out of my bed and got a cool shower to refresh me for the day. I blow dried my hair and tied it into a neat low ponytail. I had black hair, straight,waist length pitch black hair that I might have inherited from my grandparents or my real parents as I was sure those who left me here were not my own. I sighed as I looked into the mirror. My reflection screamed that I needed a relaxing holiday. I did my eyebrows a bit to tame them and put on some moisturiser. I wasn't that bad at looks. At the height of 5'8 I was pretty good looking with blue eyes and a defined face. I did have some freckles on my nose and cheeks and a few moles here and there. I put on my tiny studs on my ear and eyebrow and headed for the school in my yellow top and blue jeans and my black kitten heels. I was running my way to catch the bus when I stumbled on something and fell on my butt.
"What the fuck!" I yelled rubbing my elbow and looked up to screw the person who was sitting there with his legs stretched.
There he was, the boy, no the man who came the previous day to find me. How did I know it was him? Well, I assumed by the tattoo he had on his neck. He was facing the other side and turned towards me when I started cursing him.
" Don't you have eyes? Who sits like that on the middle of the road?" I yelled as I got back to my feet, dusting myself up.
"Don't you know how to sit in public places? What you are like? 12? Goddamit man!" I threw up my hands in frustration. But to my surprise he was gaping at me. He didn't utter a single word, just stared at me.
"What? Aren't you going to apologise?" I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Sorry Madame, I apologise for the mistake I made just now." He said with his thick voice, almost sending shivers down my spine. He licked his lips and stood up, his eyes still focused on my face.
"Madame, if I am not wrong are you Fiona? By any chance?" His eyes twinkled as my name rolled on his tongue. I gulped down to wet my throat that had run dry the moment he opened his mouth.
"No." I stated coldly. " I am not Fiona. I know no one in perticular with that name." I stated without blinking. I didn't want him to know who I am. What if he brings some sort of mischief in my life? I have already a lot of them.

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrow at me. I crossed my arms to tell him that I was confident about my answer. He scratched the back of his neck , then looked away towards the road and then placed his plams on his hip and sighed heavily.

"Sorry Madame I wasted you time. How can I make up for that? Maybe I can give a lift to your destination?" He said without looking at me.
I quickly glanced at my watch. I was running late for my first class.
"Fine. I will forgive you if you do so." I raised my chin at him.
He nodded an gestured me to walk towards his car. It was a black Porsche if I wasn't wrong. I gaped at the beauty infront of me that my saliva was about to fall out. Then a thought came into my mind.
What if he kidnaps me?
Nah! It's not that easy!
I quickly climbed the seat and waited for him to ask me my destination.
"Elsfield High." I spoke showing rather disinterest in him. But damn he was hot!
He quickly drove me to my school. He asked what my name was, I told him it was Christine. He nodded. He said his name was Marce Huxley. It sounded rather grand and powerful.
Anyways, he dropped me and then again apologized for his act. This time I smiled," Its okay Marce, you are a gentleman though. Thank you for the ride."
He nodded and returned a short smile.
Literally, honestly, my heart fluttered at this gesture of his but I shut it the moment I realised what was happening inside me. I simply nodded and he left. The girls near me started gathering around.
"Look who's got a boy hooked for her. Aha! Fiona! So when's the party?" Charlotte screamed, rather exited. She was in my history class. Tall blonde girl with blue eyes like mine.
"Shut up! " I exclaimed coldly and started walking to my class. She flinched but she knew I was not in mood. Plus the pain in my ass because of that terrible fall. Ugh!
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The day was hectic. So was the evening. We had like a hundred customers who came for the evening drinks and fried chicken at the cafe. We sold beer and spicy chicken every evening so that we had a few more customers. I was the incharge of the fried chicken and people came for that. I was a good cook though. The rush was so damn tiring that the first thing I did as soon as I set foot in my apartment was to lie down on the floor. I had no energy even to take a bath before bed but my body smelled of oil and onions and that was unbearable.
I stepped inside the small bathtub that my tiny bathroom could hold. I didn't remember when I fell asleep. I woke to up a loud bang at my door which scared the shit out of me. I quickly put on my robe and came out of the bathroom. My fingers and limbs were wrinkled because of water. It was 3 in the morning. I stumbled my way towards the door and peeped through the key hole to see who it was at this hour and as soon as I placed my eye at the keyhole, the door flung open and it hit me on my head with so much force that I flew off a few yards and I lost my consciousness.