"They told me to be nice and I told 'em to bite me"
The glow of a light shines through the open window and she turns around, a shocked look taking over her features.
A flashlight in the intruder's hand and a badge pinned on the front of his uniform. She really did it this time. How exactly did she end up climbing through an abandoned house's window with a police officer flashing a light in her face?
It all started a few months ago when she ran into HIM.
Tan skin as if he was absorbed by the sun's golden rays; long, thick black locks with color like a raven, and those plump, slightly discolored lips from the cold weather filled her mind more than she cared to admit. Long eyelashes adorned his eyelids which covered honey-brown irises.
He moved with grace and confidence, a sinister smile on his face, as if he knew something you didn't. Tattoos covered almost every inch of his skin, each one telling a different story.
She, however, was the exact opposite. No tattoos, boring blue eyes and blonde hair, a good girl. She never got into trouble and never planned to, until she met HIM.
It happened quickly. She bumped into him with a very hot fresh latte in hand and she apologized profusely, offering to pay for a new shirt. She saw the devil in his eyes that day, a grunt escaping his breath as he shoved her out his way and headed down a back alley and out of sight.
She couldn't help what she did next. She had always been nosey and wanted to find out what he was up to. So, she made her way to the wall next to the alley and peered around the corner, seeing HIM.
He was conversing with a short man, no taller than 5'8, slightly pale complexion, with light brown hair swooped to the side and eyes blue like the sea.
The short one presented a bag filled with a white substance and she couldn't help the gasp that left her lips. Both men looked in her direction, but she had pressed herself against the side wall in an attempt to hide. Her chipped nails gripped the concrete wall for support as she tried to catch her breath.
She couldn't believe she saw a drug deal going down. She knew she had to get out of there fast before they discovered her hiding spot. She sped down the sidewalk leaving him behind. But that wasn't going to be their only interaction.
Weeks went by, and her mind was still filled with images of his cold brown eyes glaring at her. The thought of him handing money to the short guy.
She wanted to believe he was good like her. Maybe he had a good reason for buying it, like pain relief. But, she knew that wasn't the case.
She let out a sigh, wishing she could see HIM again, knowing that was never going to happen. In her time of despair, she turned to comfort. Specifically, comfort from her favorite cafe down the street. When she arrived, she ordered her usual, a latte.
The cashier, and one of her favorite people in the world, noticed her sullen attitude asking what was wrong. She explained that she was hung up on this guy she didn't even know.
The cashier, now intrigued, asked who it was, and she described him with a lovestruck look in her eyes.
The cashier suddenly had a surprised look and was staring at someone over her shoulder. Curious, she turned around and there he was. It was HIM.
She stood there frozen, not believing she was seeing him again after these past few weeks.
"It's you." Silence was all she got. She tried again, "Excuse me, um, sir?" She tapped his shoulder and he shrugged her off, not sparing a glance in her direction.
