Broken Trust

Chapter three

 Chapter 3:

Jessica’s pov: (still)

The next day kinda sucked. Being homeless here in New York isn’t really the best thing ever. Not many people are nice. So when you walk out of an abandoned house, you can’t really help the stares you get.

I slowly walk down the street. I keep getting run over by a bunch of teenage girls? It’s quite strange if you ask me. I saw them chasing after some guy. I didn’t get a good look at him, but oh well. Not worth my time. 

I continue my walk, but turn around when I realize I need to get a job. I stop outside of Starbucks. This is it. I’m getting job. I talk to the manager about an application and then I’m out the door back down the street with my original plan.

The hotel. 

I’m just gonna sit in there and get warm, maybe talk to a few people, but this fall weather is killing me. I had left my jacket at home in that damn hallway closet. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 45 minutes later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was talking to this cute little 7 year old girl, but was rudely interrupted by a bunch of screaming teenagers.

*really? Again?* My subconscious asks.

“What’s going on?” The little girl asks me.

“I’m not sure. I was walking here earlier when those girls were chasing a boy and screaming..” I answered truthfully.

“Hmm, oh well!”

Then a boy with a hoodie and sunglasses ran into the building letting some annoying girls into the lobby.

I said goodbye to the little girl and cautiously made my way outside. I walked down the street to a little park and decided to hang out there for a while. I sat on the bench watching the clouds above me and listening to the birds around me. 

I didn’t realize how late it had gotten. I look down at my iPhone and read the time. (I had bought the phone before I got kicked out with the money we’ve been getting since my father’s loss.) It’s nearly 7pm. I hear screams again and put my phone in my pocket.

“Well, that’s my cue,” I say out loud to absolutely no one. And with that, I walked down the street to my temporary home.

The girls’ screams were disappearing the closer I got to my “home”. As I pass the alleyway I hear footsteps, running towards me. Being as stupid as I am, I stop dead in my tracks. Only to find that as a huge mistake when I got trampled on and slammed to the alley floor.

“Sorry love!” an Irish accent said.

“It’s fine. I should’ve kept walking.”

“No, it’s fine! Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah I’m fine. You seemed in a rush, you should probably get going?”

“I wasn’t going anywhere important.”

Not going anywhere important? I’m sorry sweetie but you rammed me into the ground at full speed… Now you have nowhere important to be going? Curiosity is burning inside of me now. I guess my facial expression gave away my thoughts.

“I was getting away from those screaming girls. I haven’t introduced myself properly. I’m Niall,” he said sticking out his hand for me to shake.

“I’m Jessica,” I say taking ahold of his hand and shaking it firmly. I felt something… Something shot through me… Something exciting…

I can’t see his eyes. He’s wearing sunglasses so I can’t se-

Wait a freaking second. Why is he wearing sunglasses at 8 o’clock at freaking night? My curiosity got the best of me, “Why are you wearing sunglasses? It’s nearly 8 o’clock at night.”

The Irish boy, apparently named Niall, just gave me a look before taking off his sunglasses. He scrunched up and closed his eyes, as if I’m going to hurt him or scream… Okay?

“Is everything okay? You look like I was supposed to slap you or scream or something,” I laugh a little saying that.

“You don’t recog- nevermind. I’m going to Starbucks. Would you like to join me?” His accent is just too sweet.

“Sure why not,” I reply. And with that said, we were walking down the street to Starbucks.

A/N

I don’t know if you guys realized this, but she said she felt something exciting shoot through her when they touched… Does that mean what I think it does?