Camila Smith
His eyes met mine as he came to the conclusion that I was talking to him.
"Shouldn't you be asleep right now?" He said but I could make out the hint of annoyance in his voice.
"I could ask you the same thing Mike Tyson" I said with sarcasm heavy in my words. "Care to explain why you were practicing boxing on the wall of my house at this hour of the night? I added trying to read his expression.
"You know...people live longer if they mind their own fucking business." He stated looking directly at me.
"Aww what a charmer you are, I'm sure girls must throw themselves at you" I say mocking him, I don't care who the fuck he is.
"They do" He says, his voice not wavering, conveying that he wasn't lying.
"Are you always this obnoxious when meeting someone for the first time or is it just because you woke up and chose to be a bitch today?" I say squinting my eyes to look at him more clearly.
"Are you always this annoying or...?" He mimicked my tone getting back at me and letting the question hang there for a second before speaking again, "yeah there's no or..you're just annoying".
"Can we be civil for a second?", I change the topic not wanting to continue this conversation and give in to the anger building inside me.
"No." He says in a monotonous manner.
He's really testing my patience.
"You don't have to be rude...I was worried u might be hurting or something so I came to check ... that's all." I said in all honesty.
Thanks to the moonlight illuminating his face I could see his face partially as he stood there trying to piece together his words. His hood was up but I could see his jawline it was piercing sharp like a knife, his cheekbones prominent on his face.
I didn't know him, neither did I see him around town nor did I cross paths with him ever.
He seemed new..not his face but his whole persona. It was rare someone stood out in this town of course maybe because I had lived here for the most part of my life.
"You don't have to do that..and by the way are u dumb by any chance?" He spoke up pulling me out of my thoughts, his eyebrow raising a bit.
To say I was taken aback by this would be an understatement...who the hell does he think he is?
"Excuse me?...can you repeat that please I didn't quite understand what you said" I was seriously debating why I came here to check on him.
"Oh..sorry to know that you are deaf too." He said chuckling as if irritating me gave him some kind of kick.
Can I hate someone I just met?
Yes...now I knew the answer was yes."Oh no no..I just I don't understand the language you're speaking. I mean I know what it's called I just don't know how to speak it" I say with a fake smile on my face.
"And what is it called?" He said with that irritating smirk on his face.
Walked right into it.
"Bullshit" I said looking into his eyes smiling as he came to a realization what I just said. Wiping that smirk of his face felt like a win and I was enjoying it.
He scoffed, taking a step back as he looked up again.
"Well tell me...if you're such a smartass don't you know it's dangerous to talk to strangers who are punching something at 3 am?" He now had a serious look on his face and what he said was legitimate I could not even deny it.
Before I could say anything he spoke again, "For all you know I could be a potential criminal on the run from the law or I could want to harm you" I could feel his eyes burning into mine from the distance.
I stared at him for a moment before I saw a very faint smile tug on his lips.
Bastard was trying to scare me.
"Fair point...but I could ask you the same question..how do you know if I'm a part of a gangster group or better, the daughter of a police officer." I say raising my eyebrows.
He stares at me, the wind gently blowing through his hair that found its way out of his hoodie and onto his forehead. It looked like he was thinking something.
When he didn't say anything I just decided to answer his question, it was getting awkward just standing there looking at each other.
"I am aware of the fact..yes, but, if you really wanted to hurt me or anyone for that matter you would not be punching a wall in hopes to get the frustration out of you" I said,now serious so he could sense I was not joking anymore.
"Fair enough" he said, finally out of his thoughts.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I was sincere in asking this, as irritating he was...I still wanted to make sure he was fine.
"You mean talking to a girl I don't even know the name of ,about my problems... at 3 am?" He asked in question as his smirk returned.
"Yeah..if u want to you can..I was just putting it out there." I felt awkward saying this to him.
"As aesthetically pleasing that this sounds, I'd rather head back ..it's getting late and I have to be up early tomorrow...thanks though"
Did he just say "thanks"? Am I dreaming?
I tried not to show that I was surprised by his thanks and nodded my head in response.
"Okay bye then, have a goodnight." I said while waving to him.
"Yeah, you too" he replied and turned back but did not begin to walk.
I was confused as to why he was still standing there...then I heard it.
"Smartass" he chuckled and began to walk.
I could imagine the smirk on his face even when his face was turned away from me and my blood boiled.
I slammed my window shut and drew the curtains so fast. I was irritated beyond measure, just as I thought he was being civil, this idiot had to go and ruin it.
I mean how cocky can a guy be?
On a scale of 1-10 I'd rate him 11.I walked back frantically to my bed, all the while murmuring to myself of how much of an idiot I was to try to be a nice person.
I got into my bed, pulling the covers over me before turning off my bed side lamp.
I was ready to get some hours of sleep in before I had to wake up and endear it all again.
I was annoyed and shut my eyes in hopes I would shut him out too, because his irritating voice was playing on record in my head.
But.. as I became drifting off to sleep I felt a slight smile creep up on me as his voice played like a record in my head..scruffy, bold voice echoing in the back of my head as I drifted off to an unknown place.
Talk about weird...huh?
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DragosteCamila Smith is a 17 year old girl, living in the town of Dockstrew in southern Maine, from the surface her life appears untangled...caring parents, good grades, great relationships with her classmates,her childhood friend Mason always by her side...