I have always been choosy over the guys I date. Yes. Call me picky but the guy I date has to be up to a certain standard right? Moreover, I date to marry and not for the sake of fun. Heck. Yes, I have every right to be demanding of my future spouse. Tall. Smart. Humourous.
Bang.
"I am sorry, are you okay?" my thoughts was disrupted by a low, deep but sexy voice of a stranger.
I adjusted my spectacles which had shifted from my nose bridge and was stunned when I found myself making eye contact with a tall and charming guy. He fitted every standard of the perfect dream guy. But... just one fact could destroy everything he had to be my dream guy. He was filled with facial piercings. Oh, you may call me a judgemental prick right now, but I certainly don't like the idea of facial piercings. Yes, my mind is wired to work in a way following tradition. What's wrong with that? Tradition is our roots. Heck am I shifting away from it. Call me old-fashioned, but this is the way to go. At least how I think it is.
" Are...are you okay?" the stranger waved his hand in front of me and I snapped out of my daze.
" Yea.. I.. Um.. " I stuttered trying to pick up the books I have dropped on the ground. Wait, why am I even stuttering? His looks must had it's magic effects on me for a bit.
He smiled at me after ensuring I was fine and we had eye to eye contact again before he walked away.
I turned back at his back view to see that perfect guy of my dreams slipped away.
Oh c'mon, Jess, you can't be serious. HE ISN'T YOUR TYPE. My annoying subconcious mind kicked in.
I adjusted my clothings and pushed the thought off my mind as I headed for my next class.
English.
Great. I hated English class. Not only was the lesson boring as heck, I had to sit beside my "most-loved" enemy, Jack Parkson.
I hated every part of him. Even him breathing.
He is quick to judge and horribly selfish.
Oh, wait, wasn't I quick to judge that stranger just now too? I am ironic, am I not?
(DISCLAIMER: none of the names here are related to any living or non-living person. Except Harry Styles( this is a fanfic). Any name similar or same to any living or non-living person is purely concidential. Except Harry Styles, from One Direction. This is just a fanfiction story and is no way a representative of how I personally feel about things. However, it was written this way to provoke certain plot twists and ending. Hope you liked this chapter so far! Vote pls!:) )
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