unexpected - b.w.s

11. Warmth

Unexpected - Chapter 11

I payed the cashier, and went outside again. The weather was starting to get warmer, as I was only wearing my red oversized sweater, sneakers and black jeans.

The heavy plastic bag, was nagging my fingers, as I walked around the corner. I stopped walking - almost frose -when I saw a guy laying down on the floor, with a bloody nose. His face was almost covered in it. My eyes traveled up and saw a familiar mop of brown curls, looking like he was restraining himself.

I dropped my things on the floor. He turned around, first looking down at my things, that were now on the floor, and then his eyes met mine. He still looked furious, as his body structure claimed to be, if what he just did. But he also looked a bit surprised.

It was like he only now realised what was happening. It made me think if any of the rumours were true. He was like people said he was. Getting into fights, anger issues.

He walked towards me, grabbing my wrist. His hand was warm against my colder skin. He walked with me behind a building, and I didn't know what to say or how to act. I couldn't believe what just happened. The blood stains of the guy who was laying on the ground, will stay in my mind.

Thoughts were filling up my head, thinking I should leave, if I should say something. He stopped, pressing me against the wall, as he put his hands on my shoulders.

I stared at him in comeplete chock. I could tell he didn't know what to do either. His eyes switched between mine, like he was trying to figure out what was on my mind.

"Are you scared?" He said slowly, looking a bit confused. I didn't answer.

He still stared at me, "Don't be." His voice sounded so calm, so soothing, but I knew he wasn't the person he claimed to be.

"I'm not," I almost croaked out. But I wanted to leave, I wanted to walk away from him. He was only resting his hands on my shoulders, so I could easily walk away. But I stayed, with no reason or idea why.

He looked around as if he should see if someone was coming. "Bradley," My voice seemed suddenly weak and low. He turned his head to me. "What did you just do?"

He brushed his hand through his waves, and I noticed that his knuckles were covered in a bit dried blood. "It doesn't matter," he said slowly, shaking his head.

"Brad-"

"It doesn't fucking matter, Maggie!" I could see the vein in his neck bulging.

I didn't say anything, but I wanted to. I couldn't believe I was standing here looking into his eyes, like nothing happened. Like he didn't just punch that guy. His hands were still on my shoulders, his eyes followed them, as they moved a bit down.

"Fuck, you are scared."  He said, more to himself than me. He grabbed his hair yet again, brushing it back, with a fixed stare. "Maggie, I'm not... I'm not dangerous."

He knew what people thought of him, he knew what was on my mind. Maybe he was right, he wasn't dangerous towards me. But towards others - like the guy he hit, he was dangerous. He couldn't ignore that fact, and I knew I defiantly wouldn't as well.

"I'm not scared of you." I said.

His breathing was now steady. I could see his chest, that slowly rose and fell.
"Then why was your heart beating so fast?"

His warm hands went to my shoulders again a little down. "Why is it beating so fast?" He breathed out.

His brown orbs were fixated on me, as he cupped my cheeks. He glanced down at my lips, and I still didn't know what I should do.

He leaned in with his head, lips onto mine. At first I frose, but then he started to move them against my lips. He let go of my shoulders, placed his hands on my waist, and pulled me close to him. I couldn't believe what was happening. My heart was pumping a lot faster, making my ribcage feel too small.

The kiss felt far from abnormal, like it was supposed to be happening, but still surprising. Something I never experienced before.

Our lips moulded together, and he was slow and gentle, like he didn't wanna hurt me.

Brad moved his body even closer to me, and there was only fabric between our skin, to touch eachother. All of the thought of how Bradley wasn't good before, had suddenly disappeared. The city noice and traffic suddenly became so distant, like the only thing I thought about was the kiss.

But suddenly snapped back to reality, and pulled my head away from his, disconnecting our lips.

I look at Brad, who were cathing his breath. He looked surprised, but if course he was. Every girl he kissed, probably didn't stop themselves. His rose and fell, this time in a faster tempo. His eyes were are bit darker than usual, but that was probably because it was getting a bit late.

I let myself out of his grasp, and walked away, with my heart racing. I didn't know what else to do. My belly was literally making flips.

I wanted to give in, but I kept saying to myself that he was bad.