Away From Us

Chapter 07: His Blue Eyes

"I'm going to work, are you sure you're going to be okay alone darling?" My aunt said.

By alone she meant totally alone.

Landon went back to his house with Jasmine, Max had classes today at his Uni, Austin, Aria and Alex, they were all hanging out with their friends.

"I'll be fine!" I waved her off. "Have fun at work!" I said.

"Okay, whatever you say." Auntie said as she went out.

I sighed and started checking random social networks on my phone.

After four hours, I was still scrolling down my phone, sitting upside down on a couch. Literally boredom murdering me.

"I should really do something before I die of boredom." I muttered to myself. "But what can I do?"

I decided to go and check Miami out, if you know what I mean. After all I had been outside the house a few times only, and the guys didn't give me a tour yet. So why not go sightseeing now?

I took a pair of jean shorts and a black crop top from my closet. I wore my black converse, and added a black chocker. I let my hair down in soft waves.

I took my handbag and put in my phone, some money, and my sketch book.

I decided to go to the beach, because I learned it was just fifteen minuets away from the mansion.

Opening the front door, I was greeted with the warm summer breeze.
I locked the door, put my rounded shades on and started to walk.

Half way down to the beach I spotted a Starbucks, I decided to go. As I opened the door I saw a bunch of teenagers talking and laughing while drinking their drinks.

I started to make my way to the cashier register. When I heard whistling, I turned my head and saw a bunch of guys looking at me and one of them winked.

Ughh, stupid hormonal boys.

I rolled my eyes, then continued walking ignoring them. I didn't want to talk back or swear at them. Because really, I knew nothing about Miami.

"Can I have a chocolate Frappuccino take away please." I said to the guy behind the cashier register.

"Coming up.."

I waited a few seconds until he handed it to me, I thanked him and payed for it.

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When I reached the beach, I went to the end of the pier and sat down on it's edge.
I crossed my legs and began to open the bag.

As I took a sip of my delicious Frappuccino, I admired the beauty of the sight in front of me.

I took out my sketch book and began to draw.

A familiar sensation came over me as I allowed the scenery to absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.

Painting had always been my vocation. I loved how a marvelous picture that was necessarily immobile, but could seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion that was made by a tip of a painter's brush.

It is known that every painting has too much of the painter's self in it, and that what makes them more mysterious and meaningful. Like for example the Mona Lisa, some say that Da vinci didn't paint her, that there was no Mona Lisa. The painting is actually Da vinci himself but if you could say womenified and I somehow agree.

I looked at the time and realized that I should go home.

I stood up, and as I turned around I crashed into somebody's hard chest, which almost made me fall backwards into the water and let my Frappuccino spill onto their blouse. And my sketch book fell on the pier's wood ground.

I shut my eyes tightly. Waiting to feel the water's surface, but instead I felt a muscular hand on my waist.

I let out a breath of relief and looked up to see two captivating eyes looking at mine. His crystal blue eyes sparkling with surprise and an unknown emotion for a moment but then it was replaced with furry and rage.

"Are you blind?" He said in a light British accent.

As I straightened myself and got away from his grip, I saw that the guy in front of me screamed sexiness and danger, his aura and the vibes he sent was all mysterious and bad.

He kept his face emotionless, as I did the same.

I murmured a sorry excusing myself, and began walking away. I tried to walk past him, but he held my arm stopping me. I looked up at him and saw a smirk planted on his face.

"Sorry doesn't do it honey. Look what you've done to my shirt!" He said as he pointed at his dirty shirt.

I sighed, and whispered "I'm really sorry, please let me go."

"No." He simply said.

I looked at him surprised.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"You have to pay for what you have done." His smirk widened.

"Okay, how much do you want?"

"I don't want your money, princess." he stated.

"Then what do you want?" I yelled in frustration.

"A Date." He stated.

What?

"No." I said

He loosed his grip a fraction as he looked at me with surprise and anger evident in his eyes.

"No?" He echoed, as if it was the most unbelievable thing that you could ever hear.

I tried to free my arm but his grip tightened.

"No!" I yelled as I began hitting his chest because he wouldn't let my arm go.

His grip on my hand tightened more, as more fury flashed into his eyes.

"Ouch!" I yelled again, he began twisting my arm, and my eyes began to water from the pain.

"What the hell is your problem?" I shouted as loud as I could. Those words seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, because for a split second his eyes softened then hardened once again.

He let go of my arm, and I looked at it, it was so red. The engraving of his fingers was printed on my wrist. I looked at him.

Why the hell did he do that for?

He was looking at the ground, ashamed.

I bit my lip, taking that as a sign to leave.
I grabbed my bag, and lifted my head. I saw him looking at me with regret in his eyes.

I sighed and whispered "Sorry about your shirt."

And began walking back home.