Lustily

Chapter three

His eyes were locked on mine, and a small smile played on his lips.
"I'm fine. Thanks" I said in my usual unbothered and nonchalant tone. My signature tone when I wanted to be left alone, which was all the time.
"You sure? You look a little... bothered." He said, stepping closer to me, I immediately took a step back. I was not interested, I had to make that clear. I was never one to beat around the bush, I had a low tolerance for bullshit and idiots.
"I said thank you, I actually have to go now." I said, trying to walk around him to continue my run. But he stepped in my way, blocking my path. I looked back up at him, his eyes glued my face, then trailing down to my lips, then back up at me.
"Excuse me."
"I'm James." He said, out of no where.
"I didn't ask." I said, still trying to get passed him, but he kept getting in the way. People starting staring at us as they walked passed, some even stopping for a second to look, I wanted to tell them to "Fuck off" but that would only draw more attention.
"And you are?" He said ignoring what I said. Still looking at me.
"Unfriendly." I said honestly. Not breaking eye contact. His smile grew bigger and a dimple, appeared in his left cheek, as he let out a small chuckle.
"Is that right?" He said amused.
"Definitely."
"You're seriously not going to tell me you name?" He said stepping a bit closer, but not too much to make me uncomfortable, only to the point of pissing me off.
"Dead serious".
"Anti social, much?" He raised an eyebrow.
"You have know idea." He laughed and his dimple appeared again.
I rolled my eyes, only if he knew how serious I was, and how my patience was wearing thin.
"Please, excuse me." I said my voice was a bit more stern, but he seemed unfazed by it, only amusement danced on his face. Who was this asshole?
"Only if you tell me your name, lovely". His voice was a bit lower and a lot more flirtatious. I scowled at him, it was way too early to be dealing with his nonsense. This nonsense.
"Don't call me that again."
"Then tell me your name, Lovely" I took a quick breath in and out, i had to calm down, otherwise I was going to make a huge scene on the busy sidewalk of Chicago. Maybe if I tell him my name, he would just fuck off, and I'll never see this guy again, but that would only be giving in, and that's something I don't do. Especially with a guy like him.
"I'm waiting." He said with a smirk, as if he could since me debating on whether saying it or not. Asshole. But I gave in anyway. Pushover. My conscious mocked, god, she was such a bitch.
"Harlow." I mumbled.
"Harlow? That's pretty...lovely." He smirked when he saw my annoyed face. God, he was such a pain, and I've only met him about 45 seconds ago. This is why I tend to stay away from people, the more you talk to them, the more annoying they get and the more you want to slap them.
"I hope you're happy now." I said my tone, sharp around the edges, but not as sharp as I wanted it to.
"Very." He said. Still smirking.
"Well, I will like to get back to my run." I said as I pushed passed him, and walked off. Way to spoil my fucking mood even more.
Jerk. I mumbled to myself as I ran with my eyes open. Wide open. I couldn't afford running into anymore assholes this morning, or I just might slap the shit out of someone today. Or maybe I'll just do it anyway.