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"Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me.
This cocky fucker.
"How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me.
"You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the act...
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I've never felt the most intense urge to punch anything like I feel like right now to punch that smirk off his face.
I don't know why, but the fact that he still has the nerves to smirk after almost running me over and blaming it on me for almost making him a murderer angers me.
And as you might be insinuating, yes. I remember everything he said that day, precisely.
He even has the audacity to mimick my ding-dong impersonation or whatever that was.
I know I'm just being paranoid or maybe even dramatic, but I've gotten so use to seeing the worst in people, that it completely blinds the good I can see in them.
The fucker's lips are still stretched in that darn smirk, while his eyes are fixated on me. I hate the fact that he's so beautiful and as much as my mind wants me to punch him for being an ass, that face is meant to be worshipped.
Don't worry, nothing is wrong with me. I'm fully aware of my thoughts.
It isn't fair that on top of his beauty, he's tall and cowering over me. How the fuck can someone be gifted with so many great features? It's not fai-
My thoughts were cut off with the quick sound of a light chuckle escaping his lips and for some reason, I feel the urge to hear it again.
"You're doing it again." I raise my brows at him, completely confused of what the statement meant.
"You're checking me out again." Amusement was written in his eyes as he uttered those words in a cocky manner.
It's not my fault that I've taken a liking to your face.....and body.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I retort.
Those are the words that fly out of my mouth instead of the ones in my head.
"You seemed to not have a problem with me being here some minutes ago." How long was I checking him out?
Every word he's saying, there's an hint of amusement attached to it and I don't know why.
I, on the other hand, decide on playing everything cool and not allowing anything he does or says affect me. Which includes his face.
And how's that working out for you Skylar?
Shut up!
"That wasn't my question or the answer to my question." I cross my arms over my chest, staring at him. But then I catch his eyes following every movement I make.
Is he checking me out too?
A sense of curiosity kicks in my mind when I realise I'm looking at him in completely different view. I didn't notice his outfit at first, but my eyes unconsciously starts surveying him.
