New Girl (Boys of tommen fanfic)

Ten

Evie

I dress in my favorite baggy low raised jeans. Blank tank top and my new blood red colored leather jacket.

I pick up my earphones and iPod. Together with my camera that I got with my first salary.

With everything in my bag I move towards the window. The night is quiet and and the sky is clear.

I open the window quickly and climb out. With the help of the ladder that stands outside my two windows.

I climb down clumsy.

Jumping down from the ladder I land unevenly on the grass.

Getting my balance back I begin to walk down the road. Wherever my feet takes me.

On some occasions I stop to take some pictures of the moonlight that's lighting up the sky and other things around town.

The bar Biddies light up the street. Some men are talking with each other outside the bar. I cross the street to avoid them.

Making my way to the park I stop by a small bridge. Leaning my arms on the railing I look out at river.

Taking out a cigarette from my bag I light it up and take a drag. The first one in a long time.

I'm not addicted to it but today I got that feeling in my gut telling me in worthless. And I just want everything to stop and disappear.

I close my eyes and take a deep inhale from the cigarette then exhale, blowing out smoke.

I'm about to do it again when my cig is suddenly snatched out of my hand.

My eyes snap open. "What the fuck"

I startle and stumble backwards almost falling down.

No ones there.

I look around trying to find the culprit that snatched my smoke.

"Behind you" a deep voice says.

I don't mean to but a small scream leaves my mouth.

I jump and back towards the railing of the bridge.

My eyes move towards the voice. I stop at the sight of messy brown hair and big green eyes.

Masen Shaw

He was behind me this whole time and I didn't notice. I shiver, that's so freaking creepy.

He stands there holding my cigarette.

I gulp by the sudden situation.

And he's tall, very tall actually.

In the dark light he looks scarier and gangster like.

His black t-shirt is tight across his chest and arms. Displaying his muscles.

It kind of looks like he just woke up, messy hair, eyes a little red and lazed with tiredness.

And the most shocking part is that I find it attractive. Like a lot.

I shake my head and take out my earphones. " Um, are you gonna give me my smoke back?" I grumble out.

I see him smirk a little and walks towards me. I step back but the railing is digging in to my back.

I eye him warily. He pauses in his steps and eyes me. His eyes go down to my camera in my hand and I see a question forming in his eyes.

"Here" he says instead. Reaching out his hand to give me back my smoke.

His voice is deep and smooth. A chill run's down my spine.

I go to grab it but he drops it to the ground, stomping his foot onto it.

My mouth falls open.

He looks down at me, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "You shouldn't smoke, it's bad for you"

Then he walks past me, shoulder brushing mine softly.

I look down at my cigarette in shock. My mouth opens and closes a few times.

"What...what the fuck" I say out loud. The audacity of that man.

Who do he thinks he is, wasting my smoke like that!. I hadn't even smoked half of it.

I look back at his figure walking away in the distance. I scoff to myself.

What a prick!!

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Wow that was cliché!!!!