dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

I placed the last box on the tile floor of my new apartment. I sighed in relief, and sat down on the floor, making my legs come in contact with its coldness.

Thanks for all the help mom, I thought to myself. Right now she was probably out with some new guy, different from the one last Friday. She always had a different guy every Friday. Friday's were her "date night", and she would go out to a club doing god-knows-what. That's one of the reasons I left home back in Detroit. My mom didn't really have time for me with her fancy job, and weekly boyfriends.

I stopped thinking about my mom, mainly because I wanted to get some stuff unpacked. I needed something to sleep on, and something to eat.

I went into the master bedroom, where the carpenter placed my bed frame, and I then got to work on making my bed. Even making a bed was tiring me.

This was going to take forever, and frankly, I didn't want to do it. I wasn't up for it, so I decided to use some of the money my mom gave me for good use. I called the carpenters back over and offered to pay them to set up each room with the right furniture. They gladly agreed, thank god, and said to leave the house for 2 hours max, and then come back. I was a little bit scared of this idea, considering they can steal stuff, and not put the right furniture in the right place.

I thought it over and decided that if my mom knew these men, which she did, she could easily get them in trouble if they stole anything. Plus, this was an apartment building, so the cameras in the halls would catch their faces.

Before I left, I had one of the carpenters right down which furniture belonged in each room, so that was it was easier for all of us.

On my way out, I grabbed my purse and phone, shutting the door tightly.

I didn't really know where I was going, but I figured it would be easy since I was in such a big city. That would be the city of Chicago. So far, Chicago looked pretty nice. Busy, but nice. I think I would like it here.

I found a small pizza parlor at the corner of the road that I lived on. 'This old house'', The sign read. I opened the door, and the smell of fresh pizza dough filled my lungs. I had to admit, it smelled delicious.

I found a booth at the back of the parlor and took a seat. I started looking through the menu, trying to find something good to eat.

When I decided on what I was going to eat, I set the menu down in the pile with the rest of them. That's when I heard loud laughing, that got my attention. I looked across the small pizza parlor, over to a group of teenage girls. They all seemed to be looking at something on their phones, so I looked away, to the table next to them. There sat a boy with tons of tattoos. I tried making out some of the tattoos that covered his arms, but unfortunately my eyes weren't that great. They looked very cool, but kinda scary. Of course, that's my opinion though, because I don't know if I would have the guts too get a tattoo.

He was wearing a black leather jacket with a black shirt underneath, and black skinny jeans with brown leather boots. I would think he was scene, or emo, but he actually wasn't. He didn't wear eyeliner, or any makeup, he just has a lip piercing and tons of tattoos on his arms.

When I got done studying his features, I looked up and his eyes met mine. They were a deep brown, just like mine. He had fairly plump lips, that he was now swiping his tongue across.

He sent me a wink, and smirked at me, and I quickly looked away. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, when he winked at me. Although it was attractive, why would a complete stranger do that?

"Are you ready to order?" A perky voice said, startling me. I jumped a little in my seat, making the teenage girl giggle.

"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you," She calmly said.

"N-No it's fine." I replied, adjusting myself in my seat. I was so focused on that boy, that I didn't even know when the waitress was coming.

"Okay," She looked at me weirdly. "Can I get you anything?" she asked, taking a small notepad from her apron along with a pen.

"A water and medium slice of pizza with cheese." I said, handing her the menu, that I recently set down in the wrong menu.

"Okie-Dokie!" She replied, taking my menu and walking back into the kitchen.

When she was gone, I looked back over to the mysterious boy, who was now getting up, and still staring at me. He took a seat in front of me, in the same booth.

"Couldn't help but notice you staring at me," He smirked, licking his lips. He seems to do that a lot.

"I-I defiantly wasn't." I stuttered a bit, mostly intimidated by him. He wasn't a very nice looking person with all the tattoos and the lip ring, but it did suit him well.

"But you were babe." The way he called me 'babe' sent chills through my body, and I gave him a questioning look.

"Don't call me babe." I said, looking directly into his eyes. I started to take in his appearance. He had fairly thick eyebrows, nice lips, and very broad shoulders. He was very attractive, but very intimidating, like I said before.

"Whatever you say, love." He winked at me. I stood up, irritated with his words, and his faint accent.

"Where you going?" He followed me, as I walked out of the small pizza parlor. I didn't even get to eat my damn pizza.

"Home," I sharply remarked, walking fast through the busy city streets, trying to lengthen my stride.

"It's gotten dark now, let me drive you," he grabbed my arm, startling me.

"No!" I started to panic now. I tried to shake his grip from me, but he was too strong.

"Please. Let me drive you." He sternly said, looking at me. His eyes burned a hole through me. I sighed.

"I live right down the street." I said.

"Let me walk you home then? There are must bigger creeps out here at night, and if you think I'm one, well then you got some learning to do." The boy said, making me cautiously look around. I did see some creepy faces, so I agreed quietly.

"But only because you said that." I muttered, looking at my feet as we walked. My stomach growled lowly, and I realized I would have to eat something that I packed for the car ride. I scowled to myself wanting real food.

"This is it," I say suddenly, looking up. "Thanks." I start to walk away.

"Don't I at least get to know your name?" He asks. "I'm Liam."

"Emily." I say, while then turning away again, and entering the building. Liam? Not much of a name to match him, I think to myself.

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