End Up Here

2. Trouble.

"If you don't get out of here in ten seconds I'll call the cops!" My brother's boss screams to the journalists and they walk out obviously complaining.

Since the girl walked in I've been watching her every move. Ok, said like that sounds kind of creepy... But I'm just curious, she's so odd, and yeah, she's hot. But that's not why I'm watching her. She seems... Weird. But in a strangely good way... 

She's alone, just admiring her surroundings now. I wonder what she's doing here, this doesn't look like a place she'd like to be, but then again, it doesn't look like on I'd be in either... I guess you can say she's just a really hot mistery I'd like to solve. 

I look away for like a  minute and she's gone. I literally have no idea where she went. I don't blame her tho, I'd bail too if I could! I honestly don't know why Will would want me here. But---

" Hey."

" Holy mother of Jesus fucking Christ dicksucker loving god!!" What the fuck?! Is she a witch or something?! Where did she come from? She scared the shit out of me!

" Finished your prayers?"

" I have, thank you."

" So, why were you stalking me?"

" I wasn't. That my dear, is what I call observing."

" Oh is that so? And what's your name Mr. Observer?"

" Luke Hemmings." I say and wait for her to say her name, but nothing comes out her mouth. "And you are..." she smiles.

" Isabella. But everyone calls me trouble." well... ok...

" Curious name you have there."

" Is that so? And why do you think that?"

" Who the hell calls himself trouble?"

" I do."

" I can see that!"

" So, you still haven't answered my question. Why were you "observing" me?" I stand up from my chair, towering over the girl.

" Just wondering why such a famous girl was stealing food from other people's plates." She giggles and I smile.

" Can't a famous girl be hungry?"

" Yes, she can."

" I like your shirt by the way" 

" Is that your way of flirting with me?" 

" No, it's not, I just really like Nirvana."

" Yeah yeah, you keep telling yourself that..." I wink and she rolls her eyes.

" You wanna go out? I don't think either of us wants to be here."

" I'm sorry, I like to give my number before the first date." I play with her, but she doesn't seem to like it.

" I guess I was wrong when the thought of you being a nice guy crossed my mind. Bye Hemmings, have a nice night." She rolls her eyes and walks away. I chuckle and try to catch her wrist, being successful. She's playing hard to get.

" Hey, I was kidding, let's go for a walk, I hate this place." She smiles and starts walking away leaving me confused.

" Are you coming or not?" She asks and I follow her.

 It's really dark outside, but enough light just so we can see each other kind of well. The silence between us lasts at least two minutes until I decide to break the ice.

" So... Why were all those journalists taking pictures of you?" I ask and we sit on the grass.

" As you said: I'm a famous girl."

" Really? Oh my god do I get money if I spread things about you?"

" You can try!" We both laugh.

" But why all of those people? Are you a singer or something?" Very unlikely, but not impossible. She laughs and shakes her head, looking at her feet.

" Don't you read the papers?"

" Do I look like a guy who gives a shit about other people?"

" No, you can look like a lot of things, but a caring person isn't one of them!" I chuckle.

" Well... I'll take that as a compliment!"

" It wasn't"

" I know! But I refuse to believe that such a famous girl just offended me!" We laugh and I smirk.

" I got an idea Hemmings!"

" I'm scared." She gets up and looks down on me.

" Tomorrow morning, you go buy the papers. I'll give you my number, and we'll meet at the city park. You'll tell me what you think of me, after reading the news!" 

" I agree with that, but I have a question!" She nods for me to go on " Why do I need your number for that plan?" 

" You don't." She gives me a little smirk and walks away.

Ok, what the fuck just happened? We were having a nice talk and she walked way. She didn't even give me her number! I mean... Not that I want it, but she told me she would give it to me.

I decide that I'll meet up with her tomorrow! I guess I show up in the morning? I'm so confused. She is one weird human being...

I go back inside and search for my jacket, since I'm cold as fuck... Once I put my hand in my right pocket I feel a piece of paper that I know for sure wasn't there before.

It said: " For Mr. Observer guy. Was good talking to you Hemmings! Meet me at noon at the city park. " and then it had her number at the bottom.

This girl's gonna get me in trouble.