I was at a bar with my friend Max, who always needs to be in the know. Apparently there will be a show down between Alex Gregor and Mike Jefferson. This stupid fight was all about some girl named Lilly who was dating both of them; she couldn’t choose who to be with instead suggested a show down between them. She obviously chooses the winner, while the loser will be publicly humiliated. Stupid really I never understood the reason for having a boyfriend. I never had the need to have boy’s hands around my waist, showing me off to other guys, telling them all that I am their property. In fact I never needed a guy in my life that is, until I saw his dark blue eyes flicker toward me. It surprised me really, caught me off guard. I ignored him, crossing my arms pretending it didn’t faze me, that is, until he started to make his way to me. He was wearing dark wash jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket, I looked over as he leaned against the bar crossing his arms. Raising an eyebrow I faced him.
“Need something?”
His eyebrows lifted, he turned his head and looked down at me looking slightly confused.
“You can see me?”
Now I was the one confused. I furrowed my eyebrows and nodded.
“Yes, why am I not supposed to?”
I thought about it, now I’m sure that wasn’t a pick up line, I mean if it was it sucked. He was still looking at me, puzzled. His eyes fixed on mine. Then all of the sudden his face lit up like he found the answer on my face.
“Come with me?”
What? Did he just…I shook my head. He didn’t, the music is too loud to hear him, but his lips defiantly mouthed come with me. Curiosity started to spread, but I quickly pushed it away after all curiosity killed the cat. My mind thought of all the reasons not go, but for some reason the devil on my shoulder said go. The fight had gotten out of hand as others claimed Lilly dated them too. I found Max sitting on some guys lap. She looked over at me and I point to the door. She waved me off and went back to talking to mcstranger. I shook my head and followed tall dark and handsome out of the bar. I still don’t understand how he got me to go with him.
"Where are we going?"
He turned to look at me as the bike came to a stop. I checked my surrounding. We were at the beach. Oh no! I knew it! Stupid stupid stupid! How did I manage to get myself alone with this guy? I never let my curiosity more my emotions control me. I was a level headed girl who never did anything that would have a bad out come.
"You can see it can't you? "
Surprised I shook my head and turned to face him.
"Who are you?"
He thought about this for a moment.
"I can't tell you yet."
I sighed crossing my arms raised an eyebrow and simply stated.
"If you're going to rape me then kill me. You have another thing coming. I know how to fight."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"As if. Sweetheart I'm not going to rape you. Nor will I kill you. I'm curious though, how did you get to
that conclusion? "
He grinned at me and waited for me to answer.
"I thought it was obvious. You took me to the beach. Where there aren’t any people. No cameras. No one to see you do the dead."
"I took you to the beach because it’s your favorite place to go. It makes you feel free and calm."
He crossed his arms and smirked. How...how did he know that? It’s true though, the ocean always seemed to calm me down it was endless and calming.
"How did you know that?"
I spoke in a threatening tone. My eyes squinting as I waited for his response. By now he had turned to look at the ocean. His face was half lit from the lights in the parking lot. He has such sharp features. Straight nose that wasn't too long but also wasn't too short. He has a German jaw and high cheek bones. But what got me was how beautiful his eyes looked. As if there was a light behind them and how long his eyelashes were. A girl could kill for those. His lips were full but not too full. They looked absolutely kissable. His dark slightly curly hair hung just above his brow bone. He was tall and well built. His head turns toward me and he blinks several times and raises his eyebrows. I don't look away, is it the fact that I can't or because I don't want to. His eyes seemed to hold many depths of life. He looked tired from the bags under his eyes.
"So what are we doing here then? If you aren't going to rape and kill me?"
I finally look away. His still however was looking at me. Looking is an understatement it is more like boring into my body.
"Can I have at least a name?"
I turned and looked over at him
"Jake Weston”
