benumbed ❅ ︎︎l. h.

chapter 5: "here comes the nervous laughter" ⚐

I turn on my heels, meeting eyes with the one mysterious boy I had just stalked hours earlier. being only two feet away from the kid, I can now confirm the tattoos that venture from the top of his knuckle to the very bottom of his uncovered neck. on top of the sex appeal from his lean, tatted up bod, the ring that pierced through the corner of his bottom lip seems to grow an unexpected warmth between my thighs.

he stares at me with what I guessed was a hint of lust and a handful of cockiness. maybe I could be overthinking the lust part ... all that mattered was that there was a stuck up his ass making him seem so smug. although, from first glance, the appearance of his posture & personality seemed ugly, the beauty of his perfectly edged jawline & beautiful baby blue eyes had me weak in the knees. this was a fuckboy, he had to be.

"sure, whatever floats your boat," I give him the most fake & annoyed smile I could come up with. one of those no teeth smiles where your eyes squint really small so it's almost like you become some sort of oriental goddess or as if the sun were burning through the color of your irises. either way, it was the most annoyed look painted on a teenage caucasian's pretty little face.

receiving a look twisted with both confusion & embarrassment, I smile with accomplishment. his face grows even more bewildered as I turn on my heels. my foot almost touches the ground as I take a step forward to disembark from the awkward encounter when I feel a strong hand firmly grasp my shoulder.

"at least give me your name, baby doll," he almost whines in plea for some sort of identification to who I was.

I cringe at the name he choses to call me. back in the hot hellhole of my original home, baby doll was the singular version of a local strip club filled with the city's finest exotic dancers. I give him a C for effort, though.

"it begins with leave & ends with me alone," the smile only grows on face, my back still facing the slender giant.

"oh c'mon," he groans with irritation.

turning on my heels, holding baby Sixx more secure to my body, I sigh in defeat only from frustration, "it's Tommy. why? are you interested or something? like a pervert?"

he chuckles, biting the ring of metal piercing his pink lips, "I just thought I'd ask the name of the child who was eye fu-" he stops in mid sentence as he notices the infant sitting in my arms, taking a moment to make up his mind appropriately before proceeding with his choice of words, "watching me from a far."

I scoff, "let's be honest here, I wasn't the only one being stared down from head to toe."

the same seductive chuckle lingers from out his mouth & between his lips like music to my ears while his wet tongue licks against the pink of his lips, "I surrender."

throwing his hands up in defeat, I quietly share a laugh with the blonde headed mess. I come to realize how rude of a person I made myself out to be, I was in no mood for apology though. when what I believe is a fuckboy tries to talk to me I become an instant bitch with raging hormones on her period. every girl does too, right?

"I'm Luke, by the way," he reaches out a hand, one that I am hesitant to shake.

"c'mon," he gleams a smile, revealing his perfectly straight & white teeth, "I don't bite."

"of course you don't," I smile, a not so bitchy & sort of friendly one this time. placing my free hand in his, I gently shake against the rough skin of his palm. I feel a bit at ease, but am still very cautious of who this boy...? man..? whatever he was could be.

"and who's this cutie?" he smiles a goofy look to the spawn of satan placed on my hip, his voice now high-pitched in what I find is the cutest baby-talking voice I have ever come across during the lifespan of innocent, little, demon spawn baby Sixx.

I pop her higher on my hip as a smile grows on my face, "this is little Nikki."

non-intentionally, my voice mocks his playful, high-pitched one.

"like the movie?" he chuckles.

"like the bassist," I join in his laugh, very aware of what he was referring to.

"ah," he nods with what I could guess was a fare amount of approval & envy, "you're a Mötley Crüe fan?"

I correct him, hoping he doesn't assume that the small infant crawled out of my non-virgin vagina, "more like my parents, but I am as well."

"oh, I see. I guess all their children are members of the band?"

"how so?" I raise a brow.

"Tommy & Nikki," he wets his lips, a habit I had noticed from just minutes earlier of our awkward first encounter.

"only the girls," I sigh, ending with a nervous laughter.

"well," he rewards my deed of awkwardness with a half-smile filled with a mysterious vibe of promiscuity, "I will say you are both the cutest things I've laid eyes on."

"thanks...?" and, once again, here comes the nervous laughter.

"I'm not a pedophile."

I blink twice, making sure I heard him right, although my ability to blink has nothing to do with my ability to hear & comprehend words, "huh?"

"you had asked me earlier. I just wanted to clear things up that I, Luke Robert Hemmings, am not a pedophile."

"good for you," I nod, bringing back the bitch-mode for no apparent reason.

turning on my heels once again, I decide it's time Nikki & I make a final & successful getaway.

he stops us before I can leave, "can I get your number?"

I sigh, brushing his hand off of my shoulder, "I'll see you around, Lucas."