abandoned love - jack g.

one.

Melissa's Pov.

"Another Day another Dollar." I woke up to the sun in my eyes from the my window looking over my new love the city of Los Angeles the complete opposite of my previous hometown of Albany New York. I have lived by myself for about four months now and it still takes some getting use to, I have so much freedom, I could do whatever I wanted to. But for now I had to go to work, I was a waitress at a local breakfast joint just down the street from my apartment, which was convenient because I couldn't afford to own a car of my own. I walked through my apartment stretching and yawning and making some coffee. I got on my phone looking to see if I had any new messages or notifications. But no, I sat by myself,  in silence drinking my hot drink. I was alone, and I  have started to get use to it. This will be my forever. 

After my little daze I looked at the clock on my stove and realized I had to be at work in five minutes."fucking shit." I mumble to myself. I ran to my bedroom and put on my black shirt and leggings with some black doc martins. As I ran out the door I pulled my long dark brown hair up in a high ponytail hoping I at least looked some what acceptable. 

Later. 

As the sun was setting, I was finally walking home with a coffee in my hand. Yet another day of a 16 hour shift. With a pounding headache starting in my head I put my hand up on my forehead applying pressure to my temples and ended up looking down for one split second. And with just my luck, in that split second I knocked right into some one and landed straight on the concrete. After seeing my coffee all over the cement surrounding me I just look up angry at the person looking down at me. He looked angry as well even if he had no reason and his hand extended out to me. I flinched and covered my face taking in a hard breath. I looked up at him after my seem to be natural reaction faded and his hand was still just extended out. "Here at least let me help you up." Fuck. I looked like and idiot in front of him. I got up with his help and brushed the concrete off of my pants. I finally looked up at him. I looked at all of his mesmerizing features on his face from the dark brown charming eyes, to his strong chin and jaw line, and of course some nice brand of clothing that I don't even recognize from the top of my head. Now I really do feel like an idiot. What if he realized I flinched at his help. Fucking shit. "Are you okay?" "Miss. Did you hit your head?" He was looking at my dazed face asking me questions when I really was just admiring his features. "Uh-uhm.. Yes I'm fine." Was all I blurted out to him looking down in shame, not even looking his face anymore.  Well if you're okay, I'm getting on with my night, I don't have time for a pitstop right now." He stated out firmly with his straight face and walked off. Wow, who does he think he is? 

Jack Pov. 

"Yeah I'll be right there, Are the girls there? You know I'm gonna get some tonight if you know what I'm talking about." I hung up on my homies that are at a local bar at weird place of town, I don't think I have ever been this far down in Los Angeles, for a reason. Too many people. I had to work for most of the day and I was already late and I even got a speeding ticket on the way here, this better be at least a nice one. I just need to relax and I swear to god If I don't have a drink and relax anytime soon I am going to explode. I looked down on my phone double checking the address. As I was looking down I ran into someone. I put my phone back in my pocket and looked down on who I ran in to. A girl. 

I noticed I spilled all of her drink, so at least I could help her up. I put my hand out to her and see flinched and covered herself. Do I look that annoyed and angry? Jesus. I kept my hand out for her until she finally took it and stood up. She looked at me in silence. "Are you Okay?" "Miss. Did you hit your head?" I kept on asking questions, maybe I did really hit her hard. She kept on staring until she seemed to shake out of it and looked down and replied. "Well if you're okay, I'm getting on with my night, I don't have time for a pitstop right now." And I walked off. As I walked away I couldn't help but feel bad. But shit, She needs to look where she is going.  Should I go back? Should I buy her a new drink? 

My thoughts continued until i got a text from my best friend Johnson, it was a picture of him with two girls in skimpy clothing just clinging on to him like some monkeys on a tree. I smirked and continued to walk and finally made it to the bar. I actually ended up taking one of those girls back home that night, and to be quite honest I don't even know her name. But I never got the girls name from the street. The girl I ran into, and that's a name I want to know. I just couldn't get her out of my head If only I got her name.