Butterflies & Stitches

Chapter 2.

I wake up early and quickly dress in gym shorts and a crop top, I tie my sneakers stick in my ear buds and head for the door. As I pass by the kitchen I see my dad sitting at the kitchen table along with Lorelei and Lindsay. They raise their eyes to look at me but I simply walk to the front door and slam it behind me.

I start my music and I stretch out my muscles and begin my run, as I run through the neighbourhood I let the houses pass me in a blur. The sun is beating down on me and I must admit it feels good, back home we mostly get rain so it feels nice to have the sunshine. 30 minutes later and I'm heaved over panting for breath, I turn around and head back the way I come earlier and I take my time to look at all the overly expensive houses.

This area is so different than what I'm used to at home, they all have expensive looking hedges and groomed trees, they have long driveways and luxurious looking surveillance systems which I can't help but roll my eyes at cause I can just imagine them sitting back with a glass of wine sipping away watching there little cameras to see if anyone is coming near there precious trees or something, it makes me laugh out loud.

I stop laughing when loud music hits my hears, it's practically vibrating and when I turn to see where it's coming from I see a guy working on a truck across the road from me, now I say truck but this thing is huge it's wheels could practically crush a normal sized car, it's obnoxiously large and I raise my brow at it. Who the hell would buy such a thing? You must need a fucking ladder to get into it.

I continue walking on when I hear the most delicious male laugh, it's deep and rich and it makes my stomach flutter. I turn back to the truck and the guy who's working on it rises his head from under the bonnet and locks eyes with me. The butterflies soon turn to sourness when I recognise his deep grey eyes and dark scowl from the beach. This is the fucker who threw me down into the sand even though I apologised for bumping into him.

He even has the audacity to smirk at me and I swear to god the steam practically comes from my ears, what is it with rich people being such entitled assholes? I raise my right hand and I give him the middle finger, that's when I hear someone else laugh and I look towards his garage and see three other guys standing around and there all red faced with laughter. I quickly turn around as my cheeks begin to flame red and make my way down the street.

Just as I near my house well my dads house this will never be my home, I hear the deep rumble and the loud music and I silently curse, the large red truck stops beside me but I continue to walk, I probably shouldn't have flipped him off but he also shouldn't be such an asshole just because his daddy no doubt has money.

"Hey, who the fuck do you think you're flipping off little girl?"

I turn around and actually scoff which makes me cringe? Who the hell does this guy think he is. When I turn to look at him I internally slap myself for the stupid butterflies in my stomach again, that's swirling around and nearly fucking choking me. He's just so handsome and dangerous looking that I can't help it but just cause he's attractive doesn't me he can talk to me like shit, so I simply put on my most attractive smirk and I raise my hand and flip him off yet again before flicking my hair over my shoulder and turning to walk away.

Before I even get a few steps down the street I'm dragged from behind by my arm, fear instantly starts to choke me and my heart begins to pound. "What the fuck are you doing?" I hiss.

He places his forehead against mine and I get a whiff of his scent it's all male and masculine and there goes those shitty butterflies that I quite literally have to kill at some point.

"I won't ask again brat, who the fuck do you think you're flipping off?" He says practically seething now.

"Well if you want my honest answer, I'm flipping off a rich entitled daddy's boy clearly?" I say with a raised brow.