The Game Without Rules

Chapter Seven: Central Park Part 2

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I stop walking once I'm a good five feet from him and I cross arms across my chest in an intimidating way. He stands across from me hands in his khaki slacks which causes me to analyze what he's wearing. His white shirt leaves two buttons to rest open and he wears a light blue blazer with a dark handkerchief placed in the pocket.
He looks good no doubt about it. He always looks good but his personality is in the works to say the least.

"Explanation." I say cutting the silence.

I have no time to waist and I sure as hell don't want to waist it on him.

"I thought we could sit first." He says clearing his throat with uncertainty.

"I'm not planning on staying long." That was another lie. I've already sent a text message to my driver to leave without me.

"Please just sit a table with me. I'm really hungry." He motions towards to the cafe. "Plus don't you want ice cream?"

I do. A lot.

"Answer me one question and I'll stay."

He scrunches his eyebrows curiously. "Okay. Shoot."

"Why did you do all of this? Why me?"

The question has roamed my mind for the past few days and I see this as a perfect time to ask.

"I saw and I wanted. Simple." He shrugs.

"I get that but why?" I want answers and I want them now.

"There was something about you, something that stood out compare to the girl there. It's beside the fact that your different and I remember seeing around school before I graduated you were so....... determined back then. That's something that no one around me has. Determination."

"Maybe you need new friends."

"Yeah." There was something unsteady in his voice almost unsettling but I brush it off walking towards him.

"Are we going to sit or what?" I ask lightening the mood. "I still want ice cream."

He chuckles his hand brushing my elbow guiding me inside.

"I only flirted with her so I could ask the little girl to do me the favor."

"What?" He pulls my chair out for me to sit then sits in the chair next to mine.

"You wanted an explanation so there it is." He leans back in his chair waiting for me to reply.

"That's it?"

"That's it." I narrow my eyes at him inquisitively.

I'm debating on whether or not I should believe him when I know what kind of person he is.

"So, enough about me lets talk about you. How was the daily life of a high schooler such as yourself?"

"I don't know everything you'd think it was and more. How's life as an out of college sitting on his ass living off his inheritance?"