Don't You Worry Child

Chapter five: Isn't he supposed to be Memphis?!

 I never thought in my life that my brother was capable of such thing. I mean come on! I know Drew doesn’t like to shave, is inattentive and clumsy, but he is not a criminal. My theory must be wrong, right? He is my brother after all, I can’t think this low of my own family. But, what if? Oh God, what if he is really a criminal? I mean I’ve watched those shows in A&E about women who live with criminals and murderess and they didn’t even know; this means anything is possible right?

Oh Peanuts.

I was staring at Mr. Package with a hanging jaw. Poor thing, he must have passed through a lot of abuse, I mean it must have been hard for him to grow up in such bad circumstances. As I kept eyeing him I noticed that he is wearing good comfy clothes. In his face there isn’t an inch of tiredness or misery, also, he smells rather good, I think he showers daily. I think his owner treats him very well.

“Are you done?” he asked me with a now visible smirk, snapping me out of my conclusions.

“Arhm?” I manage to pronounce at first. “Sorry?” I said taken aback by the question.

“Are you done checking me out?” he asked tilting his head to a side and getting his hands inside his jeans front pockets. He had this sort of an accent that I couldn’t quiet recognize.

“What?” I said shocked. “I wasn’t checking you out.” I replied honestly giving a step back. For having a rough life been trafficked around the world he is very cocky.

“Really? Because you’ve spent the past five minutes roaming your eyes all around my body shamelessly.” he said with a boyish grin that could melt the entire north pole.

“I…I di-…wait, what?” I asked again dumbfounded. “I wasn’t…you…what?” I said out loud. Is this dude getting inside my mind by just making a stupid accusation? Or is my nervousness making me act like a total mess?

I think it's the second option.

“Yeah, yeah babe, don’t try to make excuses.” he said taking a step closer to me. When he was finally close he pushed back a strand of my hair, accommodating it behind my ear and leaned closer to it. “I know you want me” he whispered in my ear. “I knew that American women were an easy game, but I never thought this easy.” he said against my ear. Goosebumps erupted in my skin and my cheeks felt suddenly warm.

Pause.

Stop.

Rewind.

Play.

“What?!” I yelled and with all my strength I pushed him back. “What the hell dude?!” I said and he looked suddenly taken aback. He was staring at me with wide eyes; I think he doesn’t takes rejection very well. When I finally tried to compose myself I glared at him with accusatory eyes.

“Okay, listen…” I trailed waiting for him to introduce himself.

“I am not telling you my name.” he said finally raising a perfect eyebrow.

“Why not?” I asked frowning. Now why is he so, so cocky?! I mean I know sometimes I'm too weird, but never in my life would I be a creeper, not even a stalker!

 “So you can stalk me on facebook? Or instagram? No way babe, I wasn’t born yesterday, the last thing I need is another stalker.” he finished with his signature smirk. Oh God, seriously? My jaw dropped open from astonishment. I know jerks and jocks, but seriously, this dude must be the Queen Bee of Cocky Bastards & Co. The way he said those words made my blood boil in anger, I mean who the hell does he think he is? Jared Leto?

“I’d recommend you to close your mouth, unless you want some bug or other things to crawl in it.” he winked and I immediately close it shut. I didn’t speak I just stared at him. What would Andrew possibly want with this guy? I can forget about him being a victim of human trafficking. He is just too stupid and self-centered! What and ass! (a cute ass) but still and ass!