-"And then BOOM, I ran away and called him a hottie." I say on the phone, speaking with my best friend Becky. We've known each other since middle school and we've been inseparable since then. We tell each other everything, she's practically my sister.
-"Wait wait so, you got caught doing graffiti by a sexy cop, flirted your way out, didn't work, roasted him, annoyed him then ran away?" She sums it up. I can already picture her transparent green eyes widening.
-"Yup, accurate." I proudly say, should I even feel proud?
-"Daph this..." She sighs disappointingly. "that...was so HOT." She giggles.
-"I know right!". I giggle back "I felt so cool after that."
-"As you should babes! But what if he sees you again? Will he arrest you?"
-"I hope not, though I bet he'll love to get my ass behind bars, let's just pray I don't see him again...but goodness grace he was so good-looking." I smile through the phone and lie down on my stomach on the bed, kicking my feet slowly and remembering the interaction mystery cop and I had yesterday.
-"I bet. Well, just don't get yourself in trouble, and stop doing things you know will get you at a police station! You're cool but be careful hon."
-"It was only once come on, it's not like I'm gonna do it again..."
I could feel her red brows rising in suspicion, she loved dying her hair wine red ever since I had known her, I always wondered how her parents let her dye them at that young age, even her eyebrows were dyed.
-"Right, as if I don't know you won't do it again just to see that guy."
I pause and then grin. God, she knows me so well...
-"Is this really how you view me?" I say, pretending to be hurt.
-"Totally." She says in such confidence. "Do you even know the guy's name?"
-"Nope, but I'll find out soon enough, you know me I have a thing for teasable men, and I," I use my free hand to point at myself. "Self-proclaimed and soon to be an official graduate artist, live a life of danger and freedom". I stand up on my bed and jump to the floor.
-"Yup, that's the Daphy I know. Well, you do you, but expect me to take a picture of you behind bars or doing community service." She chuckles. "Although I'd appreciate it more if you wouldn't be so careless and for once listen to me."
-"Nah nah don't worry, I'll be careful not to end up chased by 3 police cars during fresh nightfall, virtual pinky promise." I lift my pinky finger and I hear her laugh.
-"Alright hon I partially trust you..." She then pauses, I can hear a voice in the background talking to her. "Sorry, I gotta leave now, I have some work to do, being an assistant in a hospital is harder than you may think. I'm always getting called to help."
-"Okay go ahead, I'll update you. Good luck Beck!" I say before she tells me her goodbyes and hangs up.
I looked around my room, looking at the unfinished painting I still had to submit to my oil painting class before the school year started. I was lucky enough to get a scholarship at the best art school in Baltimore, and to keep that scholarship, because my parents wouldn't pay me a penny for what they call "a waste of time university", I need to work hard and be the best. I am the best, but due to the competition, it's sometimes hard to keep on top.
I stretch and sigh, walking to my mini art space in the corner of my room, I sit down to finish this art piece, all I needed to finish were the shadows, little plants, and the glowing effect...
After two hours, which felt like two minutes, I finally finished. I'm satisfied with the result so I decide to take a stroll outside before the night sets. I take my bag to put my wallet, keys, and a black marker I stole from that old annoying art history professor in case I feel the urge to quote some lyrics on a wall. I put on my headphones to listen to some music, I put Flashing Lights by Kanye West, I don't like him but this song slaps, especially on a late August evening.
As I walk to the central park, checking if there isn't any sexy cop watching me, I notice a wall with some sort of graffiti on it and an empty place screaming 'Yo come to write something in here!'. I grin and cross the road to head there, I search my bag for the marker and start writing school kills artists. I smirk proudly and look at what I wrote, it complimented perfectly what was missing on this wall, and of course, I meant those three words.
I turn my heel to leave when I stumble across a tall figure. My first thought was 'Please don't tell me it's the sexy cop.' But that thought quickly changed to 'Please tell me it's the sexy cop but please don't arrest me sexy cop...' I very slowly tilt my head up to check the man's face.
It was, in fact, the sexy cop.
Heyyy~
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Yeah, I changed my mind, releasing one chapter per week is not that good of an idea, so good news guys we're now getting 2 CHAPTERS PER WEEK!!! *clap clap* (never again).
So, the new schedule will be one chapter on Mondays and another on Thursdays, and again if I don't upload on Monday I will upload both chapters on Thursday, and if I don't upload on Thursday I'll upload them on Monday. I think it's better this way.
and another good news is that the next chapter will be in the Guy's POV so feel exited.
On this note, see you on Thursdaaaay. xoxo
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Playing dangerous
RomanceWhen Daphne gets caught doing illegal graffiti by a policeman, she doesn't make the wisest choices, like running away... She finds out later on that the policeman she's been playing cat-and-mouse with has a little more to himself than being ruthless...
