Through Your Eyes {On Hiatus!}

Angel

Chapter: 5- Angel

❤Sarah's POV❤

It's crazy how I was supposed to be at the bakery in two minutes, but it ended up taking way longer than that to get there. I mean we were literally just a corner away from it, and we were in a car too. Correction; it's absolutely insane how I wasn't at the bakery until after the hour before we actually arrived there. 

After James had agreed to drop me off at the bakery we had turned around the corner. Only to amazingly be stopped at a red light, so like normal, we sat there, waiting for the light to change with no other signs of traffic passing by us. It was crazy really how long we had to wait for the light to change when no one else was around so after about five or so minutes waiting an impatient James turned the car around, a highly illegal turn if I do say so, and decided to circle around to drop me off.

Turning towards me as he simultaneously navigated through the streets with caution he flashed a blinding smile while letting out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry Sarah, it may take a little while longer to get you there." Not really minding since he'd somehow distracted me with that amazingly handsome smile of his that at the same time had calmed me down and apparently melted all of my remaining brain cells. Nodding my head in understanding I chose not to hold it against him since he had still not killed me or kicked me out of his car. Plus, I decided I could trust him for now, after all, it was a free ride and you know, better than walking. 

We were driving around aimlessly, trying to circle back around towards the bakery when James somehow had driven us completely off the desolate streets and onto a busy one. I didn't dare ask where we were going, instead focusing my gaze on the city streets, looking at the many stores and restaurants we passed along the way.  It wasn't until we'd passed by the fifth fast food restaurant did my stomach begin to growl, promptly reminding me that I'd not finished eating lunch, and embarrassing me altogether. James probably thought me all like the others did, a fat girl who couldn't stop stuffing her face, and now with how loud my stomach had growled, I would gladly die.

Yet when I glanced at him from the corner of my all, his all too normal look of disgust wasn't placed on his face, no, instead a look of content was, a slight smile gracing his lips. "You hungry?" Looking at me before glancing back at the road he nodded towards one of the many places that served food around here. "We could always stop and get a little food, I actually wouldn't mind, I forgot to eat lunch myself." 

Blushing red at the fact that I had been caught, I vehemently shook my head as I simultaneously denied his offer. "Oh, thank you but we don't have too, I mean you've already done so much for me."

"Don't worry about it, seriously let's just go, I'd even let you pick where from." He seemed honestly genuine and although I couldn't help it I found myself blushing even redder in embarrassment.

"No, really, I can't even pay, I didn't bring any money..." Trailing off I thought he'd leave it at that since there's no way he'd want to buy me anything to eat, but I was in for a world of shock when he spoke once more.

"What are you talking about? Of course, it'd be on me!" Shaking his head he began to mutter."After all, I wouldn't want someone as beautiful as yourself pay for their own meal." Shock went through me, my face heating beyond possibility as I couldn't believe the words he'd just said, albeit how low they were spoken. There was no way I'd heard that right, yeah he definitely hadn't said that to me, I just heard wrong.

"What?" 

"N-nothing, I was just asking where do you want to go and eat at?" His voice was deep, even more so after his last few words and even though I found myself out of the cold weather and in the heat of his car, I was once again shivering just from his presence. He unsettled me more than I'd ever been before and his body radiated strength, ..and danger. Remember he is dangerous, very, very dangerous but my traitorous hormones wanted to convince my body he wasn't. But oh he was, I could tell, just by how he carried himself, how at school his eyes were sharp, forever in a glare, and his body physically was a reminder, the amount of tattoos clearly letting me know he wasn't exactly a good boy. Or a boy I'd like to take home to meet my parents.