The before

A hint of cruelty

"Yeah, I just moved here a couple of days ago," I said while I was amused and confused at the same time. I mean really if he wanted to talk to me then why not just come up talking to me. As if he was reading my mind he smiled amused at what I was thinking and his smile took my breath away.

"I know I probably could have come up and talked to you but I like to control the situation. Now you can't say no or walk away." I had a very snarky remark to that but I thought it best if I tried not to piss him off which is what I tended to do to people because I just had to much sass for people to handle most of the time. " You have nothing to say to that?" As he knew I had a snarky come back.

"No not really or that I rather not say" I smiled sweetly and I knew I was difficult but I did not care.

"Stubborn, are we? That is cute." Hold the phone. Did he just call me cute? Really of anything he could, he called me cute?

"No I am anything but cute. No one calls me cute or anything of that nature." He had the nerve to think it was funny that I hated being called cute. He started laughing at the hissy I was getting into. I sighed and couldn't help and smile at his amusement. Which was strange because I felt myself relaxing and becoming calm when I knew I shouldn't. I had always been different but this was just strange. He was different I knew that for a fact but I knew nothing more.

"So what is your name?" With a wicked smile that no man should have; being so flirtatious that I can't help but answer and I see no harm in it anyway.

"My name is Megan. What is your name?" He was silent for a moment and I thought he wouldn't answer. Honestly, I didn't blame him if he didn't say his name.

"My name is Pilot but I could be lying too."

"You could be. I could be lying too so I am just going to have to trust that you aren't." When he smiled this time it had an edge of cruelty that I hadn't seen before, which had me unnerved for some reason. I tried to shake that feeling but it persisted and so I just ignored it as best I could because I had no good evidence that something was amiss. I looked around to try and dispel the nerves that had come. I spotted something that should not have been out of the ordinary; it was a baseball bat that for some reason had me on edge. I looked at him and tried to see behind the mask of what he showed me he was and my instincts told me it was not good. The silence was deafening as if we were both trying to see how much of a threat one was to the other. You can tell a lot about a person by their eyes and their silence. Whether they fidget when it is silence tells you that they are impatient. But he did not give away any clues to who he was, what kind of person he is, and what are his intentions. "But what would be the point?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why to lie; what do you have to lose?" He looked taken aback about what I had said; which honestly amused me.