Playing dangerous

Chapter 1 *Daphne*

Blasting music in my headphones while painting is the best thing, it's like I'm more inspired, freer, ascending into artist heaven...

Well I'm technically doing graffiti right now on an abandoned wall at 7 pm in a dark lonely alley with potential danger and a chance of getting fucked up...but I like my life risky, which is one of my red flags but whatever, nobody is perfect. I have my pepper spray, hopefully, I don't mistake it for a spraying painting bottle, though thinking about mistakingly spraying a predator with blue paint is a funny enough thought. 

Being an artist is my whole personality, the only thing I'm actually good at. Since I was a child it was my only hobby, I never did well in academics, I'm the street-smartest person (almost) anyone could come around. Books? not my thing. I remember doodling on my math notebook- ok that's an understatement, doodling on ALL my notebooks during lesson time, and barely paying attention to the teacher, I had my own little world of drawings and paintings.

Growing up I didn't want to do anything that wouldn't revolve around that,  unfortunately, my parents weren't big fans of that and wished I was more "academic", "smarter", "better"...I've constantly heard how much of a failure I am. Yet, I never cared about what they wished me to be, I'm my own person with my own goals and insecurities...my parents being that insecurity. Still, I like making myself believe that I don't care when I do care...

Well, now certainly is not the time to think about those two people who brought me into the world, I'm making this big beautiful graffiti on this old ugly cement wall...or brick wall...just WALL, even if my friend Becky told me "No Daphy what if you get caught?" Me? caught? Sounds like my chalance of being noticed will cause me to get caught, but who actually cares about some random girl painting on a wall, everybody sees graffiti everywhere, and I'm no exception, I'm just yet again another street artist, lost (not really) in the streets of sweet home Maryland. Is our police here even serious about this?

That was my last thought before I felt like somebody was looking at me, I paused my music and turned my head to my right shoulder and saw a tall silhouette lying on the wall staring at my doings with a narrow sight and arms crossed to his chest. It seemed like a man, although the alley was pretty dark with only one light pole illuminating the area, he seemed to have dark hair and brown eyes...*pretty* brown eyes, but his good-lookingness does not shove away the possibility of him being a creep, so I mentally prepare myself to use my pepper spray on him when I noticed a little thing shining on his chest, it looked like a badge on his...blue...uniform? Oh, looks like a cop, cops are hot...

WAIT A  COP? Meaning he'll ARREST ME?

Nah, he just wanna look intimidating, maybe he himself has a passion for graffiti and wants to become best buddies with me and we'll travel the world together!... Thing is, he doesn't look very thrilled and seems totally bothered, I pay little respect to him though, and take off my headphones. Great! he really had to interrupt the best part of 505? He better have a good reason to be here, well I may or may not be that reason but couldn't he patrol another area? I turn around to face him.

-"Hi officer," I say, smiling "You lost?" I add without thinking.

What? Are cops divine creatures ascended into the earth? I'm gonna talk to him like I'd talk with anyone, he's not arresting me for saying whatever bullshit I just uttered...right?

He looks me dead in the eye, ouch...he's not pleased, I don't even know why I said what I said but it's already said so no going back, I realize that I'm not helping my situation so I just stand still and awkwardly smile.

-"No, I'm not lost, thanks for the concern." He says in a very obvious sarcastic tone, though he seems pretty serious. Typical cop.

-"Perhaps you need something?" I use my high vocabulary (Perhaps being the high vocabulary) to maintain a friendly and totally not intimidated posture, I may or may not be failing to do so.

-"Perhaps I need you to not vandalize these walls?" He says. Damn...sassy.

-"Vandalize? What's that?" I play dumb, works wonders.

-"Whatever you're doing, retake a look 'perhaps'?"

My playing dumb did, in fact, not work wonders.

-"That's not vandalizing, that's...it's prettifying an old ugly wall."

-"Is that what you're going to say at the police station for your defense?"

-"Cause you're arresting me?"

-"Take a guess." He brushes a finger on the handcuffs hanging on his well-fitted blue pants.

-"Woah! Uh...let's chill here". I say in a chuckling way. "This is going fast and not to my liking." I shake my hands.

-"Do I look like I care about your 'likings'?"

-"Do I look like a criminal?"

He sighs and rolls his eyes, yeah...maybe I shouldn't have said that, but that was funny...

Jail is less funny.

-"Can I get your ID card miss?"

I roll my eyes back at him and hand him my ID card, I take a few steps toward him until I'm standing centimeters away from his warm body, he smells fresh cologne and a bit of cigarettes.

 Fuck, am I seriously smelling him?

-"Miss Miller". He starts and darts his eyes from my ID to my eyes. "I'm afraid you'll have to come with me..."

That's it for the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed it because I know I did (iykyk).

Another mini not very disclaimer but the chapters might be a bit short at first, so sorry not sorry.

See ya next week! xoxo.