dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

It's been a full week since the last time I saw Liam. All I could ever think about was him, and I don't know why. It's not like I had feelings for him, I only met him once, so I couldn't. I've met many people, and soon have forgotten them. I think the reason I remembered Liam, was because of all the tattoos, and the way he used his eyes to talk. That's something I've recently learned.

He's been on my mind all day, on and off. Each day while I was working the cash register at the small gift shop downtown, he would race through my mind. I have nearly gotten fired on my second day, because I was thinking about all his tattoos and what they meant. Maybe they all have a secret meaning behind them, or maybe he just did it for fun. That's what I really wanted to find out. Being me, I was curious when it came to everything.

I also thought about why he had a British accent? He probably wasn't from around here, but where was he from? I had so many unanswered questions.

I also couldn't help but admire the way he talked. He kinda talked really fast, but you could understand him. His lips would barely move when he talked, or they would move fast. There was no inbetween. When he smiled, or in this case smirked, two little crinkles would form next to his eyes and smile lines would appear on his handsome face.

It was almost impossible not to be attracted to him, but then again it was likely not to be attracted to him. He was very demanding, you could say. It almost made me want to obey him.

I have got to stop, really. If my mother finds out I'm attracted to such a person, she would be livid and disgusted. Then again she can't say much considering she dates new guys every week.

I stopped thinking about Liam, noticing it was almost time to go to work. I went into my bathroom, and started getting ready. These uniforms we had to wear at the gift shop were so ridiculous. Every day was a new theme. Like yesterday was the Chicago Cubs, which is Chicago's baseball team, I guess.

Todays theme is blue and khaki. I decided to wear my khaki pants, which were a little tight on me, with a blue v-neck shirt and converse. I didn't really like the outfit to be honest, it wasn't really my style. I had to put up with it though, since it was my only way of earning money, besides my mom.

I pulled my hair out of it's loose pony tail and started taming it. I noticed it wasn't going to do much, so I put it back in a loose pony tail, taming the frizz that was once there.

I grabbed my keys and bag, resting my bag over my shoulder, and putting my money and phone inside. I had to hurry if I wanted to catch the bus. The gift shop wasn't that close, it was a good 10 minute drive without any traffic. It took twice as long with traffic, and there was always traffic here.

I ran down the steps of the apartment building, walking over to the bus. It was already here, and thankfully I made it in time.

"Hey James!" I greeted the bus driver, handing him a three dollars. He smiled at me, nodding his head. James was a friendly guy. He was one of the few friends I made here. Actually I wouldn't consider him a friend, more like an acquaintance.

Thankfully today we got there in 15 minutes, because the traffic was just starting as we left. I was there by 8:30 AM sharp. Work didn't start until nine, so I had some free time. I decided on calling my mom too see how she was doing.

"Hello?" Her voice sounded annoyed.

"Hey mom." I greeted her.

"Sorry honey, I can't really talk right now." She breathed out. I could hear a guys voice in the background.

"Oh okay, I guess I will let you go then?" I suggested, pacing around the store.

"Sounds good, call me tonight. Bye." She quickly hung up the phone.