Dazed

CHAPTER 2

~Hey readers! Just want to let you know that I love you all and thank you for the taking time to read this even though it's only at the beginning. There is so much in store and I won't disappoint! (or at least I'll try not to:) 

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CHAPTER 2

🌸Chriselle's POV

His face. Goddamn his face was beautiful. I am pretty sure this guy is a male model or something. He had the most defined cheekbones and an overall great bone structure. The tanned complexion just made it even better. His dark brown, almost black hair swept across his forehead above his dark eyebrows, which arched above his piercing blue eyes. He had a designer stubble, 

Now, if you're wondering how long it took me to take this in, the answer is less than 1.5 seconds. I notice things. Quickly. I'm not going to pretend to be an "innocent, naive" girl. I won't deny that I realized how physically attractive he was. I mean, you shouldn't ignore some model's beauty and pretend you think that he's ugly. I am aware of the fact that for some reason or another we are alone at this deserted trail ten thousand feet up in the air with no one around. This is either a weird dream or some sketchy plan in which I will end up dead in a few seconds. I guess you could say that I'm observant, fast, and oh-so-very aware of every single move I make. Well, maybe more like self conscious.  So in case you're wondering in the future, yes, that move was intentional.  

He is tall, well dressed for the snow with a blackish dark charcoal gray jacket and lime green pants. Meaning: he's probably a popular, player sort of guy. No one wears light green snowboarding pants if  not dressing to impress. Facial expression: a kind of smirk behind his friendly face as he asks me questions. No average person will notice it, but I know that little things make a huge difference, and that first looks are not what they seem. I feel like he probably lets his good looks get to his head. He probably can get arrogant sometimes, using his charisma to his advantage. He tries to hide emotions. Too bad I can read them. I come up with a gameplan. Play hard to get.

He was asking me if I was okay. Of course, I was pretending to be confused and groggy as I made my observations. Now it was time to wake up.

"Heeyy, my head kind of hurts but I think I'm okay. What exactly happened?" I ask, as if slowly awaking from sleep. 

"Oh. Well, I'm Kyle, but I go by Kai and I kind of ran you over with my snowboard and you passed out or something. The question is, why were you just standing in the middle without moving?" he replied.

"Can't a person enjoy the view?" I question, a little sassier than I expected.

"Yeah, but not in the middle where people are gonna knock over you," he laughed. With a killer smile, he reaches out his hand and asks, "You need help?" 

"No thank you. I think am capable of getting up with my own two legs, which I won't be doing anyways since the snow is soft," I reply, hoping he gets the hint that I'm not some pathetic, easy to win girl. He does.

"Woah, okay. Alrighty then," he says, a little surprised. He stays silent for a few seconds, and smiles at me."Well, since I'm probably never going to be in this sort of situation again, I should probably just tell you that I think you're incredible."

It was my turn to be a little taken aback. I was expecting beautiful, pretty, or hot. Incredible. What does that even mean? I smile, flipping my hair as I do and look into his eyes and say,"Thanks. To be honest, you're not THAT bad. You might be okay. Also. Can I borrow your phone? I need to find my friend. She ditched me up here."

Nodding, he hands me his phone from his pocket, a little confused. I am greeted by a lovely picture of me passed out on his shoulder, along with a text which reads, "Guess what I've been up to? Weren't u snobording behind me just a few minutes ago? Hurry down here!"

In rage and disgust, I shove the phone in his face and ask,"WHAT. IS. THIS. WHATTHEHELL IS THIS?"

His mouth opens in horror, as he manages to stutter a few syllables before I slap his face. Hard.

🎩Kyle's POV

Oh. Sh*tWHY? This is so embarrassing. It was going kind of well too. I mean, she called me not too awful. Since when did I start taking THAT as a compliment? I must seem like a creepy perv now. She probably can tell that I'm just a shallow airhead thses days. I always hated trying to be a ladies man. Using girls and tossing them away, it was terrible. But I have to. I can't afford to get hurt again. Not after Her. I can't just believe in love and trust anyone after She walked into my life. But that was the past. What the hell, I'm a new guy. Who cares!

"Ouch! That actually hurt!" I wince, as I am brought back out of my thoughts and into reality with an unfriendly welcome of a slap.  

"I'm ASKING you a QUESTION. SO ANSWERTHEFKINQUESTION!" she yells.

"Um, well," I think of something smooth to say. Turn this into a compliment to make her blush. I find nothing. This girl was truly astounding. So I say something stupid like,"You truly are incredible."

"And you're ridiculously creepy and stupid! I think we've established that already. Now tell me why the HELL were doing doing this? Huh? Am I just someone you talk about like an item? A prize that you found? Does this make you proud of yourself? Is that it?"

A look of surprise and bewilderment flashes upon my face. I mutter some more incomprehensible syllables, when the friend I texted, Logan, snowboards up next to me.

"Hey, how you-" he starts, and sees our expressions. "Oo."

🌸Chriselle's POV

Want me to be honest? You may have seen my actions, but I never told you how I felt.

And I feel SO happy. Judging from my angry fury actions, you did not expect that, right?

Honestly, he's a teenage guy. Cut him some slack. Sure, he’s a little weird. But on the other hand, if I ran into a ridiculously hot guy and he passed out, would I do what he did? HELL YEAH! I mean, I wouldn’t even just sneak a few photos. I'd go full out on a photo shoot with Mr. GorgeousStrangerThatIHopeNeverWakesUp! I'd take up all the memory on my phone and send it to all my friends. It’s not like you meet hot models every day.

But see, I would only do that if it was a ridiculously hot guy. You see? That means he might have thought that I was ridiculously hot! If he didn't, he wouldn't do what he did. Most likely. And that's why I was dancing and bubbling with excitement inside.

But I'm not going I ditch my act and play helpless, lost girl. Not yet. Outside, I'm furious and in btch mode.

So, I glare at them, pounding my fists and screaming, "HELP. me. FIND. MY. FRIEND!!"

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A/N: Weren't expecting THAT were you? NO ONE READS A/N's BUT ITS WORTH A TRY! Haha, sorry it'a still a pretty short chapter but I decided to go for short chapters, but update often.

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To ALL of my wonderful readers who suggested names: IT WAS TOO HARD! ask my friends. I bugged them for HOURS(literally) to help me choose. Kyle seemed to be popular and the name fitted what I thought he looked like. I wanted something not too typical, so I made his nickname Kai. (any EXOTICS out there?) I loved all the oter suggestions but it was awkward for me because a lot of them were names of people I know.

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