Her Muse

Chapter three

     "Okay, so are you ready?" Lori asked as we walked out our school into the parking lot.

"Ready to go home? Heck yeah! My brain feels like mush and my stomach feels like a desert." I replied while stretching.

"Too much details and no, that's not what I meant. I mean are you ready to talk to Cole now?" She asked while her hands fished in her backpack for her car keys.

"Oh that. Sure, whenever you're ready." I said shrugging.

"Good, follow me." She said shoving me to the side of her car and ducking to be unseen and pulling my arm to get down with her.

"Woman, can't you be more subtle?" I hissed at her, rubbing my arm soothingly.

"Crybaby. He'll be out soon and now, we wait." She said looking through the glass window waiting for Cole to show up. And soon enough, Cole came out into the parking lot with a girl hanging by his arm like he was her life support. I rolled my eyes.

"He's with a girl. Maybe we can try again tomorrow." I said standing up from my crouching position and pulling her up too.

"No way. I've waited 2 hours and 14 minutes for this, ain't no way I'm giving up." She said defiantly.
"Please? For the comforter?" She asked with puppy eyes which she knew I couldn't refuse.

I sighed. "Fine. I'll do it. Maybe he's nice." I said walking over to him.

"Yes!" I heard from behind me and I chuckled, shaking my head. I tapped his shoulder. "Hey. Do you have a minute?" I asked when he turned around. He did that thing where you look someone up and down and he smirked. I mean, why are you smirking? I'm literally just in a t-shirt and joggers.

"Leave." He told the girl he was with not even looking at her and shrugged his arm off hers.

"But-" she protested.

"Leave now." He said finally looking at her with the coldest glare that could literally be so cold that it would melt me.
The poor girl was thankfully strong willed so she survived that nasty glare and gave me a glare which wasn't even half as bad before stomping off.

"You didn't have to be such a jerk to her. I just wanted to ask you something." I said digging my hands into my pockets not knowing what else to do with them.

"Excuse me?" He asked raising a brow.

"Isn't she your girlfriend or something? I just felt you shouldn't treat her that way." I said looking him dead in the eyes.

"Last time I checked I don't even know you so you don't have any right to give me a lecture on how to treat people." He spat. I couldn't help but admire his features. He had messy raven black hair that looked so soft and crystal blue eyes looking at me inquisitively. He stood over 6 feet tall making me feel like an ant with my 5'5 self. In simpler words, he's attractive, really attractive.

"Are you done gaping at me now? " He said his eyes holding amusement in them. I mean is this guy bipolar or what? I could have sworn he was just angry.
"Uhm hello I thought you needed something" He said waving his hand in front of my face. I snapped out of my revere.

"Oh right. I need your help with a book I'm writing." I said getting to the point somewhat embarrassed.

"Whoever told you I'm a writer needs to go to a mental institution." He said turning away.

"No, wait that's not what I meant." I said and reached out to grab his arm.

"Then what?" He asked snapping.

"Uhm, I need you to be my muse for the bad boy in my book." I said quickly some part of me hoping he didn't hear that and I go home happily.

He stared at me and I felt like disappearing on the spot.
"Wait, you're serious?" He asked raising a brow.

"Yes." I said thanking God for my tanned skin so he couldn't see my blush.

"What makes you think I can be your 'bad boy'" He said making finger quotes.

"I don't know, you just hit me as the type." I said shrugging

" Yeah, the only hitting I prefer is hitting on girls." He said actually being serious.

"Cliche words, cliche dressing, heck you even have a motorcycle. You're perfect." I said giving him a wide grin.

"Am I supposed to be overjoyed that you're comparing me to those weird ass boys in your silly books?" He asked, pissed.

"Uhm well, you look, act and sound the part so I thought you might-"

"No." He interrupted and got on his bike.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"No I'm not helping your sappy book. Go find someone else." He said putting on his helmet and turned on his motorcycle. The engine roared to life and he sped away.

Well that went great. What a buzz kill.

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