Lustily

Chapter eight.

"Okay, what about book or music?" He said eating his third white iced donut, while I barley took a bite out of mine. Maybe he was a foodie? I wouldn't be shocked if he was he was a tall guy, and I guess it took a lot more for him to get full.
"Books are the same as my movie types, Erotic and turbulent. And music style is either very sad and depressing as in Lana Del Rey, or screaming out your lungs as in Slipknot. I'm very black and white." He nods, thinking. And I couldn't help but notice how his inky black hair, bounce a little as he nodded. His hair was slightly curled and unruly. But it only made his thinking face a lot more attractive. What the hell am I thinking!?
"I'm more of a Lord Huron type of guy, maybe the Neighborhood." He said. Lord Huron? Really? I wasn't really expecting him to say that, I always thought they never got the fame they deserved they are amazing and terribly underrated.
I nodded. "And books?"
"Um, maybe You, by Caroline Kepnes."
"Really? As in the lovesick Yandere and the whore with daddy issues?" He laughed. A loud, hearty laugh, one that was genuine but made him look so child like.
"That's the one. And way to describe it." I looked away a bit embarrassed, but also to hide my smile.
"So what's your favorite book, not book genre?" He said.
"Um, I don't have one at the moment. But give me about a week and I'll have three favorites."
"Oh, really? What are those?"
"Fifty shades trilogy." I said looking at him.
He nods. "Why do you like that so much?"
"Like I said, I'm into that turbulent, erotic stuff, don't ask why, it's just that."
"Well what is it about?"
"You want me to spoil it?"
"Not necessarily, I don't think I'll read it anytime soon."
"But they're movies. And you may want to watch the movies, but can't because I've already spoiled it for you. Which is exactly why I don't want to tell you."
"Nothing gets passed you, doesn't it?" He said amused.
"I'm a Virgo, nothing gets passed us." I said with a bit of pride. I was born September 28, definitely a Virgo. Full blooded.
"Zodiac sign geek?" He said. I chuckles again.
" I don't think that's a thing."
"Well, I'm a Pisces." He said with a glint of pride in his eyes. What is it with people and their zodiac signs? Or... is it just us?
"The overly sensitive crybaby?" I mocked. And his eyebrows shot up.
"And the overly independent stuck up bitch?" He said with a smirk and I couldn't help but laugh. It looks like I'm not the only zodiac geek. Oh my god, I can't believe I just thought that. But it was a bit catchy.
"So you're not going to spoil the movie for me?" He asked.
"No, i'm not."
"Aww, no fun." I let out a small sigh.
"So how old are you?" He asked abruptly. I don't know if I should be offended or not. I was never the type to make a big deal on my age, but considering it was out of nowhere, should I be offended?
I shrugged. "23."
He nods. "26." Interesting, he didn't seem like he was 26, if anything he seemed a bit younger than me, especially with his carefree attitude and youth laugh. That made him look, a hundred times hotter, than what he was. My conscious gushed. God, what was up with her, as if she never seen the opposite sex before.
"Really? 23? Fresh out of college?"
"Yep. English major." I said.
"Oh, really? Me too." He said with a soft smile, one that the dimple could not be seen. Dang. My conscious sighed.
"You don't seem 23."
"You don't seem 26."
"I expected you to be a bit younger." I added. "Maybe, 21 or 22."
He nods again.  "Yeah, I get that a lot. But then I'll be too young for you, unless you're into that." He smirked. Did he just flirt with me? My heart beat increased, and something in my stomach tickled, in a way that both frightened me and confused me. what the hell?
"Yeah, the cougar thing, is not my scene." I said.
"Oh, you have type?" He smirk grew wider. Yep, definitely flirting.
"Maybe, if you consider no type a type." Honestly, I didn't have a type, because I never paid attention to guys. They were all after one thing. Sex. And I wasn't into the whole one night stand or no strings. It always ended messy and would fuck me up even more. As if I wasn't fucked enough already. Even in high school, when the hormones were raging, I felt nothing against the opposite sex. While everyone else was bragging about how they got "laid" I always just stood there. Like a fucking robot. Never attracted to a guy or women, that wasn't my scene either. Well...that was until I scene that damn simple. I admit I think he's a little cute, A little cute. But that doesn't make me attracted to him... right?
"Well, I have a type." He said, his smirk transforming into that grin that my conscious now worshipped. I knew I was going to regret asking, but the anticipation in his eyes as he waited for me to ask was overwhelming. So I did it anyway.
"What's your type?" I said.
"You." He grinned. Dimple and all in full force. And I could've sworn that my heart stopped beating. And I lost feeling in my legs, and it wasn't because of my 10 miles.
Did he just say he's interested in my? Me? The lonely, heartless, hypercritical, bitter witch? My eyes met his. His beautiful grey eyes sparkling with delight.
Fuck! James fucking Beck.