16 weeks of torture

Chapter 2 [introduction]

Short recap
James came late on a birthday date with his girlfriend, she ended up running away with tears in her eyes leaving him sobbing in the rain drained with guilt.

[James' pov]

I held the gift box tightly until I felt someone's hand touch my shoulder lightly. Without any hesitation I took the arm and pulled it and then strangled the person so they would fall over on their back lightly.
I looked down at them with a confused face as i saw a guy with curly hair groaning at the light fall. "Ugh what the hell..?" He said looking at me frowning his eyebrows. "Sorry, are you alright?" I reached out a arm to help the unknown man up. He slowly shifted his hand upwards and tightly held mine and slowly got up as he rubbed his lower back with his free hand and his hunter eyes met mine sending a shiver down my eyes. "Damn no need to look so mad i already apologised! What did you want anyways?"

"I was just gonna ask if you're okay", he admitted shifting his eyes away from me as he felt that it intimidated me a bit. "Well, I'm fine" I said until I heard a snort escaping from him. My head turned to him with an annoyed expression, "Can't you at least try to lie?" He asked looking at me with a smile and i couldn't help but smile back a bit. "It's nothing just a small argument with my girlfriend..", I said but i noticed his attention was on the birthday gift from my girlfriend. "Happy birthday" he muttered silently, "oh, thanks", I said clearing my throat "and sorry again for like, kind of attacking you" I said but he replied with a small giggle "it's okay, sorry for looking so mad at you—" I interrupted him before he could continue, "No! It's okay don't worry.." He smiled at me after I said that but then his eyes trailed down to my feet... he noticed how I quite literally only had socks on. "Uh.. should I question that?"

I awkwardly stood there and looked down at my soaked socks, "it's best that you don't or I'll get grossed out thinking about how soaked they are with water right now", he chuckled at me and then cleared his throat to say: "I'm sorry but iI have to go home now, get better soon" he gave me a shoulder pat before turning his back at me. "Wait!" I said,

he turned around to look at me with a frown, "yeah?" He asked. "Can I get your number so we can meet again? you seem nice." He smiled warmly at me and pulled out a small yellow post it and wrote his number and name on it and sticked it to my forehead. I laughed a bit as he did this, I pulled the post it off my forehead and looked at it. "Alex, huh?"

"Yup" he smiled again, his smile made his two toned lips more obvious. "And you are...", "James." I finished his sentence smiling back at him. "Well, see you later James?" I tilted my head slightly "sure, why not". Not long after that Alex hopped on his bike and cycled away. I caught myself smiling completely forgetting about the argument i had a while ago.
Eventually I took off and headed home and clearly greeted my mom and changed into some decent clothes.

(Sorry that this part is shorter and a bit more rushed..)