Avery

~21~

~Avery~

Mornings fucking suck.

Who decided it's acceptable to be awake before I can see the sun?

Staring at the skyline, I can just see between the buildings, I let the cool air carry me down the street.

That's until my view is blocked for half a second before I slam into something and the coffee, once in my hand, gains air time.

Someone.

I look up and see the guy from the other night who asked me out.

Only this time, with a gash on his bottom lip, purple and black crowding the edges.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I gape at the huge coffee stain now coating his white dress shirt.

His eyes widen immediately, not in shock... but something I can't place.

"What happened to your face?" My brows furrow as I look at the wound.

As I inspect the damage from a distance, I begin to notice his plump lips, the way they are slightly pursed.

His cheekbones are high, completely set in stone, and his dark hair hangs lazily over his forehead.

As if on cue, he runs a strong hand through the curls.

"Oh...it's you, uh. I just had an altercation. No biggie."

He looks flustered and stressed as I tilt my head at him.

He is stunning, it's undeniable.

I let the thought run through my head before the words come flowing out of my mouth, like I can't help it.

"You remember that drink you offered me? Maybe I'll take you up on that offer some time."

His eyes are now huge, dark saucers as he assesses my face, as if searching for a way out and I retreat into myself, embarrassed.

"Uh. Well," He manages to get out.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Anyway, I have to dash, I'm running late."

Before I can even open my mouth to speak, he's pushing past me and practically running the other way.

There's only one thought that crosses my mind, and I know exactly where I'm headed.

What a dick.

If my suspicions are right, I have a neck to wring on this fine morning.

I park myself on a bench outside of my destination and stare at my watch.

The clock hits 6:45.

Here we are.

He comes strolling towards the steps to the building, eyes practically glued to his phone.

As if he senses my appearance, his eyes shoot up as I lift myself from my seat.

"Avery" He breathes out, barely hiding the smug grin on his face.