I'm Your Angel

Chapter Two

McKinley was a big but small town. It had all the necessities for a big town, but the population of a small town. Walking around town, with his voice in my head, made me get shivers. Who was he? Better yet, he looked so familiar. He was handsome, very handsome. Wait, no. Attractive, is the word I'm looking for. But I also sense this weird vibe about him. His eyes were hypnotic. He seemed unreal, maybe too perfect. Maeven, snap out of it.

I walked alongside the shore, on the boardwalk. The sun was up and warm, with blue skies, while I was wearing a black hoodie and dark skinny jeans. It's not that I don't like the sun, its just that, everyone knows I'm from the east. Might as well not give them something to look at.

The feeling I got on the boardwalk was happiness. A happiness that isn't to joyful, but more like a happy sadness. The people walking on the boardwalk, hearing their conversations made me forget about my problems. Especially the girls. It's fun hearing them get sappy when they talk about their boyfriends. I roll my eyes through most of the conversation and laugh by myself. I'm lame, I know.

I was sitting on a bench, that looked out into the ocean, when someone sat beside me. I got shivers, but there was no breeze. No, it couldn't be. I slowly turn my head and look who it is.

Untamed hair, shining skin, and the most defined jawline. Shit.

"Are you stalking me?" I blurted out before anything.

He turned towards me, the corner of his mouth turning upwards. Fuck.

"Why would I be doing that?" He said, his voice so low, that it caused me more shivers.

"Well, um, I don't know. It kinda looks that way. Since you found me," I froze, hearing how incredibly lame that sounded.

His face was unreadable and said, "How exactly do you know that I was looking for you?"

His voice was like ice, cutting through me. "You could of just said you weren't and not be a bastard about it," I said, getting up.

The last thing I expected he would do; he laughed.

Laughed.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around. He was laughing a low rumble. His teeth, perfectly straight, were visible. I hate him. His eyes crinkled at the corners and made him look cute. Cute, Maeven? What's wrong with you?

"Why are you laughing?"

"You amuse me," he said, smirking. Fuckin' shit.

"I-I amuse you?" I said raising my voice, my fists clenched at my sides.

He stood up and walked towards me. The perfect smile he had worn on his face, went away. He was taller than I expected. He towered over me like the buildings in New York City. I could feel his eyes searching my face. We were so close that I could feel his breath on my face. The intense look he was giving me was like he was trying to search for some answers inside of me, but I didn't have them.

"Yes. You amuse me, angel face," he said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"You don't even know me."

"More than you think," he said, and stepped back, turning around to leave.

I stood there dumbfounded, then grabbed his arm. "What do you mean by that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, then shook his arm out of my hands and walked off.

What the hell?

I stomped away, pissed off for some reason. My hands were clenched again on my side, but I put my headphones in this time, trying to cool off. I walked at the opposite direction of where he had gone, thinking I needed to go home, but not yet. I still had most of the day ahead of me and dad was God knows where. All I wanted, hate to admit it but, is to see him again. I don't know why, or what I'd do, but I wanted to. If I could punch him hard in the groins, I would.