Prisoner

Chapter 2

Justin's POV:

I continue to stare at the unknown beauty walking beneath me.

Her hair swaying back and forth as she walks in a casual outfit: jeans, a black crew neck shirt, a pair of black and white Vans and a jean jacket.

The wind blows through her hair, giving me a chance to see her full face. 

Beautiful brown eyes, milk chocolate skin. 

A few more seconds of staring make me realize that she's not even a stranger. Well, at least to me she isn't.

She goes by the name of Violet Jones. One of the girl's on my list.

I see her enter the building that I'm standing on. A smirk grows on the corner of my lips as I go to the edge of the building, jumping off. I land on my feet and enter the bakery, examining the inside.

It's not crowded at all, just the stunning beauty, me and the bakery owner.

"Can I just get the usual?," I hear her ask the man.

He nods.

"A dozen donuts?," he asks, making sure he's correct.

I hear her giggle, causing chills to run down my spine. It's like music to my ears.

"Yes, and surprise me. I don't care which ones I get."

He nods before getting a box and putting donuts in it.

I inch closer to her, looking left and right. I stare at her nice figure, admiring every inch of her.

Goddamn. How is this girl single?

She suddenly takes a look back, noticing my staring. She crinkles her nose and scoffs, shaking her head before turning back around.

"What?," I blurt out.

She turns around again and looks me up and down.

"You know, instead of staring at a girl, you could just say hi."

"You didn't give me the chance to," I explain.

"And why should I?," she snaps.

"A little feisty I see?"

"No, I just know how to correct someone's shit when it's needed," she corrects.

Violet's POV:

I examine the man before me. Dirty blonde hair, leather jacket, jeans, and shades.

This dude looks sketchy as hell.

He inches closer to me and reaches into his pocket before placing at twenty onto the counter.

"It's on me," he offers.

I snarl. 

"I don't need you buying me donuts."

He chuckles at my frustration.

"Oh c'mon. I'm just being friendly," he laughs.

John takes the twenty and begins to hand him back his change, but the man puts his hand up.

"Keep the change," he says with a smile.

Despite him annoying the hell out of me, his smile is actual very nice.

John nods and places the donuts on the counter before going in the back.

I roll my eyes and grab the donuts. I can feel him staring at me. He takes his shades off and puts them in his pocket.

"I'm Justin."

I turn to him, seeing a small friendly smile on his face and his hand out for me to shake.