Meet Me Mid The Aisle (On Hold for Major Editing)

Chapter 3: Horribly Annoying Day

Chapter 3: Horribly Annoying Day

          “Priscilla, sweetie breakfast’s ready” Ha! My Dad started this morning sweetly, was the moon blue last night?.

“Yeah, I’m coming, and please call me Pris not the whole Priscilla thing!” I said as I make my way downstairs smelling strong coffee, bacon, eggs, and toasted bread. I always wish to have my Mom with us just like my old friends had, preparing us breakfast, talking to me about things I’m going through or maybe be on my side each time Dad’s a pain in the ass. Maybe Dad would not be this cold hearted to me, maybe he can be sweet all the time, and maybe he will not act more than a bodyguard than a dad to me. I sighed at the thought, I never met Mom since she died giving birth to me, Dad won’t allow me to see any of her pictures for he says it can only give us both grieves and sorrows, remembering a person once became part of our lives and knowing we're not able to see her ever again, so what I have for Mom’s memory as my Dad told me is my wavy brown hair, brown eyes and a white gold locket necklace which I can’t open, so what’s the use, maybe I must call it a locked necklace not a locket, I thought.

          After breakfast I went straight to the garage riding my motorbike and strolling down the neighborhood to school. This new place Dad chose is a small town surrounded by pine trees and mountains where you could almost lost at night. there were no post lights besides the road, only your vehicle’s headlights can be your guide and the moon light if it’s bright enough. But mornings can give you a good view of it, the lawns, the grounds, the fields, the farm, huge trees, cottages, little population of kids messing around in a small playground and the Center. They called it the Center for it is the town’s only center for market, shops and trades. If you want to see a mall it will take a long drive of four hours and so.

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          “Look what we have here!” I pressed hard my motorbike’s foot brake at the sound of a deep voice distracting my thoughts. “A hot chick on a red scooter, passing us as if we’re not here”

          “What, should I have to give a tollgate fee here to pass?”. I snapped, annoyed by the deep, arrogant voice he’s giving me before I suddenly felt a cold hand above mine trying to pry away my hands off my motor bike. “Oh, are you now trying to steal my bike? Well, it’s motor bike not a scooter for kiddos so stop messing around with me”

          “Beautiful, brave, hot chick, well can you be my girl? Be part of my gang I’ll give you a no initiation membership, just let me in your heart, Spice!” Spice? Did he just call me that? Jerk! And let him in my heart? That pervert! I knew what exactly he means by that! Badass! I can’t control the anger I’m feeling right now, no one has the right to hit on me like that! I was so annoyed so I turned my head to the man talking to me, that’s when I faced a six foot tall guy, hovering above me in white shirt inside a black leather jacket and grey ripped jeans. I looked up abd saw  his face and stopped breathing for a sec or two, he has a short, black just-got-out-of-the-bed messy hair, eyes that are in color of pure black and lips, god that was the most perfect lips I’ve ever seen but still hold masculinity. I once thought that having perfect lips for a guy makes him look like a gay. But this is different, he raised his brows and a small smirk formed in his perfect lips then he cleared his throat.

“Found something that interests you? Got a phone? Take a picture it will last longer, I know I’m breath taking but you can actually breathe  or I’ll kiss you to make you feel how nice it is to feel my lips” I shuddered at the thought and pushed him, hard. Hard, for what I believe I did it but he didn’t even move an inch away! “Spice, you can do better than that”.

          “Will you please shut the hell up! For no reason you interrupted me from going to school and I am now running late for my first class! You threaten to steal my bike, your cold hands held mine, you look at me with lust and talk with your dirty perverted mouth and you called me what, spice? What are you thinking, or are you using your ass instead?! And who do you think you are!?” I sneered at the guy in front of me and his pals laughed at me. They all laughed. I am so pissed and they just laughed at me? And a gang? In a small town? Wow. But interesting.