Broken Mate for the Perfect Guy

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Rock hard abs, tall, lean, muscular body, jade-colored eyes with a circle of cobalt blue, and an sharp jaw. I wanted to kiss that jaw. I would kiss that jaw. Wait, what?!

I shoot my head slightly trying to clear some of the fog, an unusual sensation filling my stomach.

His hair was black, messily scattered around his face, a bit of a scruffy beard, and his whole body practically sparkled like bronze. I felt ruffled and plain compared to him. He was like a Greek god come to life. Damn.

He reached for me again and I stepped back again. I shoved my thumb back to indicate that I was leaving and made my exit. Or, I tried to at least. Mr. Hot-Man decided that now was a good time to say something.

"Why would you do that to yourself? What the hell?!" His voice was like liquid gold, his tone, full of anger and arrogance. Asshole. But he is sexy! Who is he to tell me what's okay?

Anger sparked in me and I raised my finger and did something I don't do, I pointed at him. I marched up to him and stuck my finger right onto his chest. He gaped at me in surprise and, in my head, I laughed manically. Ha ha ha! Asshole. Plus, I needed a reason to feel his chest. His friends stood around us with countenances of bewilderment. Well, whatever.

Then, being the diva I am ( not really) , I flipped my hair and walked away, just in time to hear him say, "what the fuck."

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After my grand exit I found a small little swing and sat myself down in it. 30 seconds to mars was playing and I jammed out while thinking back to him. Screw him for being a tall, sexy, arrogant man. Damn me for being too weak to resist his charms. Savannah is a big city; that's good news I suppose. I probably wouldn't have to see him again. However, God knows how much the universe loves me. With my luck, I'll run into him tomorrow. I can't decide if I think that's a good thing or not; that's what frightens me.

Well, whatever. The sky is clear, the sun is bright, and, for the first time in a long time, I feel content. I feel light and at peace. I feel new. It must be the air. Those Georgians probably pump some crazy peach concoction into the air that makes people friendly and happy. Well, it wouldn't work on me! I don't remember the last time I was happy. However, today I was finally at peace.

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I don't have a cell phone, I have an ipod. I don't know what Mom was expecting when I finally got home.

She couldn't say, "why didn't you answer your phone?". She couldn't say, "where were you?". How the hell should I know where I was? I just looked at street signs and then made my way to the local CVS, where I peeked into a local atlas map to find my way home.

So, my Mom just gave me a glare when I got back, placed my cold dinner in front of me, and went to her room. Alex was already locked safely into his gaming hut. I took my dinner to the back yard and sat on the back patio, staring out into the woods.

My music wasn't playing; sometimes I needed some quiet. I heard an owl hooting somewhere nearby, and I felt the wind blow through my hair. Now what? What am I supposed to do with life? I felt the black mass swirling in my stomach and I let a tad bit of it out. It soared up throughout my body and went to my heart. Anxiety crushed my sides in, making it hard to breath, a fog settled into my eyes, making it impossible to see past the pain.

I focused on regulating my breath and, once it was settled, I looked into the woods. In stories, people always say " the woods" are dangerous but I've always felt at peace within them. We moved several times in Oregon and one of the houses had the most beautiful back yard, right by the woods.