Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter Five

"Hello, Kira," Leslie's father greets.

I stand at the porch, smiling up at him. "Hello, Mr Thornton."

"Leslie is out at the moment."

"I know, I came to see Benedict. He's helping me with something."

"Oh, then please, come in."

I thank him and walk inside, stopping to watch him close the door.

"Benedict! You've got a visitor!" Mr Thornton calls out. "How are you anyway, Kira?"

"I'm good thankfully. How about you?"

"I'm good too."

"Kira." I turn to stare at Benedict. His hair is messy, but totally in a sexy way. "Hey."

"Hey." I smile up at him.

He motions me to follow him upstairs and so I do after excusing myself to Mr Thornton. I follow Benedict into his room. He takes a seat by his laptop and I take a seat on his armchair. He types away on his laptop's keyboard and I can't help but stare at his bare biceps. He wears a short-sleeved shirt that fits him loosely around the torso and waist. I watch as he flexes his biceps whilst he proceeds typing. How didn't I realise this before?

I try my very best to look at anything but him, my gaze quickly falling on his trophy collection. Now that I'm closer, I can finally tell that my suspicions were right. Football trophies. Best team player; best team captain; the list goes on.

"I stopped," Benedict says all of a sudden.

"What?" I'm a little confused.

"Football. I stopped playing it."

My eyes fall back on the trophy collection before looking back at Benedict. "Why?"

"I don't really want to go into it."

I nod my head slightly, respecting his privacy. We barely know each other, he doesn't have to tell me anything personal.

"I might tell you someday. Just not right now," he explains.

"You don't have to tell me anything, Benedict."

"Ben."

I arch an eyebrow at him, once again getting confused.

"Call me Ben. I don't like my full name." He cringes as he thinks about it.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

He chuckles lightly. "I appreciate the politeness, but you don't have anything to be sorry for."

I look away embarrassed. I don't understand why I'm acting this way, but I somehow can't stop it from happening. I then remember the reason why I came here in the first place. I fetch my phone and go into my gallery. I find the pictures I took of the band and hand the phone to Benedict.

"Here's the pictures of the band. Swipe right and you'll come across all of them."

"Oh, wow, these pictures are good, Kira."

"Thanks. I'm not normally good with photography, but those ones definitely paid off. Maybe because I wanted them to be absolutely perfect."

"Perfectionist?"

"Just a little bit."

Benedict smiles. "You got whatsapp?"

"Yeah."

Benedict begins typing away on my phone, probably sending the pictures to himself so that he can use them as he may well need. He hands me back my phone after a while and then grabs hold of his own phone.