Damaged Goods

Chapter One

I grab my headphones from the bench I had sat them down on along with my upgraded iPhone and my gym bag from my locker before heading out of the double doors of the gym into the spring-like weather.

I peer at my outfit, thankful for the fact I had thought about the dreary weather of America in the fall.

As I'm walking down the street 2 and 1/2 blocks away from my apartment I can't keep my smirk off of my face as I see a couple of guys giving me double takes.

After a few cat calls and the odd wink; sometimes repaid,  I'm back at the front of the apartment block I live in within 5 minutes. The apartment block is of the higher class and pretty damn expensive, but it's worth it.

They have an amazing view, look out any window at any angle and each time you'll fall in love with it all over again. They all have balconies: some being larger, but all in all they're pretty good for the price.

I for one pay for the best, so I expect the best and no less. But, whatever.

I place my thumb on the finger scanner in front of the automatic doors and wait for the satisfying beep that notifies me when I've been recognised and can go through.

A matter of seconds later I hear it and the doors swing open. I notice that a guy is standing at the front desk in a way that comes across like he owns the place... arrogant.

However, I don't give it much thought, none actually, before I start walking past him into the elevator. I press the button for the 6th floor  watching the doors begin to close when I see a glimpse of a hand followed by a shout and a body, "wait! hold it!" this random stranger shouts.

I hurriedly press the 'open doors' button and wait until the silver, metallic doors have slid open enough for this random to get inside.

Once they're inside I press the 6th button again and turn around to ask them what floor they're on when my breath hitches in my throat, literally.

His piercing grey eyes are staring... just staring right back at me. I have a quick glance at the rest of him. He's wearing tightish, black, skinny jeans and a plain white T-Shirt that is obviously old due to the frayed edges.

Look away Maisie!

Look away!

I internally scream at myself but I don't want to, or dare to actually pursue my thoughts. He was hands down probably the most handsome guy I've ever seen on this planet and that is saying something. Come on who doesn't love  Robert Pattinson?!

Fan girl moment right here, right now! Even if he did come across as a stalker in Twilight, no one can deny his looks are to die for.

"My eyes are up here." this mysterious, yet attractive sex God speaks. Oh god his voice, so deep, but not too deep. Husky, but yet again not too husky.

Where are his imperfections?!

wait no! Girl get your act together and be that bitch you taught yourself to be! I suddenly realise I'm actually checking a guy out. I quickly cough to cover up the now awkward tension in the air.

"Haha whatever" I have another sweep over his muscled body before looking back at his eyes, which are now boring into me.

"My names Maisie, and yours?" I speak tentatively waiting for his response. I wait for a good 5-10 seconds before I realise his reply isn't coming.

"well okay. Not like I wanted to know anyways" I sarcastically say trying to emphasise 'wanted'.

"sure sweetcheeks"
wait, did he - did he just call me sweetcheeks?! what are we 50 now? That is honestly the cringiest nickname I've ever, ever heard.

"don't call me that, it's cringy"
"aww you don't like it? Too bad, sweetcheeks"

Instead of replying and just getting more mad I looked straight ahead in time to hear the 'ding' of the elevator that signalled it's my floor.

I quickly walk out not caring about the guy still standing there watching me. However, my happiness of being out of there away from that weirdo was short lasting as I heard feet padding along the floor and a gruff voice, "nice ass by the way" I immediately feel all the heat and blood from every part of my body practically sprint up to my cheeks making them look like little tomatoes.

He was looking at my ass? defiantly a pedo.

"try to keep it in your pants... dickhead." I retort, "but, what if I'd prefer to keep it in you?" I turn around quicker than you can say guacamole and just stare astonished at his rude, trying to be funny but failing miserably manners! "I'm sure you would babe, but this" I point to my body smirking "is saved for the best and a restricted area to perverted little twats like you." I smile proudly before storming off down the corridor.

When I reach my door '38a' I then hear that annoying sound again. "Oh what a surprise! I live only a door down..." he points to 40b just like he says one door down but on the opposite side, great.

"whatever leave me alone." I open my door and saunter in pretty pissed with the whole ordeal.

"Dan."

I give him a perplexed look.

"my name. it's Dan."