Fleur | Eddie Munson X OC

005

Eddies POV             

I'm parked at the end of the street, smoking what I think is my eighth cigarette in ten minutes...I lost count after the third. I stare down at the remaining smear of ink she scribbled on my palm.

I didn't need her address, I already knew where she lived. One night, I was driving around to clear my head, as I often do, and noticed her powder blue Volkswagen. The thing isn't exactly inconspicuous.                

After that I drove by frequently, occasionally seeing her in the backyard, hair pulled back, clothes covered in dirt, working in the garden. Countless times I fought the urge to pull into her driveway, pretend to have car trouble, and somehow convince her to fall madly in love with me.

Now I'm here to help her get back with another guy. Jesus Christ.

The day I met her at Wheeler's I became completely enamored. Her emerald eyes and delicate freckles that pepper her cheekbones. Her chestnut hair that falls perfectly down the center of her back. The flower she always wears behind her ear, wrapped around her wrist, or tucked into her pocket. Completely enamored.    

Before I could work up the nerve to make my move, Harrington sunk his claws in her. After that I tried to write her off, if she was the type of girl that liked a jockstrap, she certainly wouldn't want anything to do with me.     

But damn, she made it impossible to stay away...to get her out of my head. I simply couldn't fathom how someone so interesting and different could be so accepted by Jason Carver and his group of lackeys. I was interesting and different and they beat the shit out of me for it. I didn't care about being accepted by the mindless meatheads, it just didn't make sense.

Her type of beauty is rare. Matchless and unique. Girls like her don't belong with the normal and mind numbingly boring. It's a complete waste.

So instead, I watched her from afar. I watched as everyday she showed up to a life she was miserable in. I watched as every day the remaining light in her eyes dimmed. I recognized it, because I knew it...I'd been there, and watching it smother her scared the shit out of me.

On the days where her spark was nothing more than dwindling smoke, I antagonized her. I poked and prodded, stoking the embers with my condescending insults and playful banter, urging her to feel something...anything. Because even anger and annoyance was better than complete void.

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I pull into the driveway at 5:59. Emilia lives in a small bungalow style home, with large open windows and lush ivy growing over its bricks. Even from the outside, it looks like a place you'd call home. Warm and welcoming.                         

I take a final deep breath before I cut the engine and make my way to the front porch. As I reach out to ring the doorbell I notice the tremble in my hands. Cursing myself, I quickly press the button and shove them into my pockets.

This is fake. Why am I so goddamn nervous?

"Look at that...you can tell time" she teases, looking at the watch on her slender wrist as she opens the door. "I wasn't really sure, given how much class you miss."

I grin, stepping through the threshold of the home, immediately immersed into the world of Emilia Peters. My nerves nearly dissipate at the subtle scent of her perfume in the air, honeysuckle and spice.    

"Yeah well, I'm trying to make a good first impression" I laugh, slipping off my leather jacket, warm from the sudden rush of adrenaline. "See, there's this girl that lives here. I'm trying to make a sweet deal with her."