It's a Deal.

1. First meet, First Touch

High school is damn tiring , can't wait till graduation day. Countdown ! 3 months to go.

After graduate I will make sure to get in to Oxford University then have a steady job. And live my life happily ever after.. It's a perfect ending.

I mean, what could go wrong.

I walk from school with a smile plastered on my face, thinking about my future always make me happy.

But someone has to ruined my daydreaming by bumps onto my back carelessly. On top of that, he just walk away with his hand in his pocket without saying sorry. After watching the back of that weird guy, I must say he's weird cuz he's kinda run away from me .. ? maybe he's just feeling guilty. Whatever.

Anyway ..

I stop at the nearest coffee shop to take away something to eat on the way home and also for dinner. Yes, dinner. I choose the doughnuts for 2 boxes and order a caramel latte.

I'm ready to take my purse from my back pockets and realizations hits me, oh no .. it's gone. My hands going all over my body to look for it, but no nothing. I start to look around, maybe the purse drop around here somewhere. but still .. I gasp, remembered about the accident with Mr.weird just now. No freaking way .. now I'm start panicking !

Suddenly I felt someone's presence standing next to me maybe a little too close for my liking, with his sexy voice he ask "are you looking for this ?". Wait, did I just say sexy ? and did he just talk to me ? I look up at a pair of blue eyes, one word, wow. I can't deny, he is handsome also with this very little distance between me and him, I can smell his nice cologne. I can also smell, that he is trouble.

Don't want to be rude by staring and sniffing, I start to change my directions to the thing that he's holding in front of me. It's my purse alright.

I let out my breath and snatch it from his grasps. "how did- .. did you .." I was thinking that maybe he is Mr.weird that I assume a pickpocket, but my sentence couldn't finished because my dumb brain is processing another thing right now, it is because I look at him and see he staring straight to my eyes. I know I should stop being like this but I just can't. Thanks to my unfinish sentence just now, he wouldn't know that I actually stop talking because I'm so star struck with his gaze. - and also thanks because with that, have made me look less creepy.

"No, for your thoughts" he answered reading my mind. "I found it on the way here, I just happened to be there when you drop, that" he continued.

Heh, you have no idea what I was thinking.

"I drop it huh?" I asked wanted to make sure. He just shrugged his shoulder, his eyes shows no emotion.

I rolled my eyes. ok I'll just assuming what he said is true, no harm done.

So.. "ok-ay, anyway thanks" I said while pay the cashier the right amount of cash. I take the doughnuts and latte with me and walk to the exit.

"Wait !" he demand while walking behind me but I still looking straight and speed up my pace, pretend not to hear it. My cute little legs is going nowhere compare to the long tall legs of him.

He grabs my left hand to stop me and oh, he not just did that. My reaction is faster than my brain to process. So right now, he is grunting while holding his stomach.

"Are you okay ?.." I asked him, maybe he's the one who should ask my hand if it's okay. Damn his hard stomach, I think my fingers have broken. Not really.

"So this is how you show your thanks?" he struggle through the pain. Is it really hurt ?

Feeling guilty. He save my purse and I punch him but he technically break my knuckle and he also touch me. I don't like skin contact, so serve him right then. But he didn't know about the fact that I don't like people touch me.

I think it's my fault, "I'm sorry".

He just stood there staring at me. Maybe waiting for me to talk something more.

"What do you want? a trophy?" there's me again.

"I want you ..-" he answered and my eyes widened at his smirking face.