Different but Destined

Chapter 4

"Drew." His voice is monotone as he speaks through the phone. He looks around to see if anyone's in the garden and then puts his phone on speaker and places it on the bench.

I move closer so I can hear. I don't know why I'm doing this but this boy is a mystery to me and I really want to find out more.

"What the fuck happened to the job?" The person who's called Drew snaps through the phone, his voice is cold and deep, scary is the word I'm looking for. What job?

He groans loudly, "Am I not fucking on it?"

"I told you to get me it by Friday." Drew says and the boy runs his hands through his hair, he looks frustrated.

"Yes, I know. But it's going to take more than one fucking day drew." He snaps.

"Don't be cocky with me Styles!" Drew snaps. His name is Styles? "I told you to do what I say. We had a deal and you haven't even made one damn effort. I know a lot of people, you're aware of that." Drew says. He seems very scary, I wouldn't like to come across him.

"So you've got people spying on me now?" He laughs.

"I do what I have to do." His voice deepens. "Now get me the shit by next Friday, I mean it." Drew says then ends the call.

What are they talking about? What does he have to get for him and why? So many questions are going through my head as I stand up and the vodka hits me a bit, I wobble and turn around too fast, my head bumps into the wall, hard. I fall back and land on the ground. I groan as my head throbs.

"What the fuck were you doing?" The boy asks, shit. I forgot he was literally five feet away from me.

"I-I was looking for..uhm," I stutter and am literally lost for words.

"Looking for what?" He snaps.

"Lou,"  I say the first thing that comes to my mind.

He laughs, "Why? She doesn't even fucking li-," he stops mid sentence and looks at me on the floor. He looks around the garden then back to me.

His glare is strong and intimidating and I can tell he's getting more angry the longer he's looking at me. But I'm just thinking about how good he looks..this vodka has gone straight to my head.

I take my hand away from my forehead and look up to the angry green eyes of the boy. I look down at my hand and blood covers it.

"Shit, what did you do?" He says as he lifts me up.

"Uhm..I bumped it," I say, he seems to make me nervous and I don't know why.

"No shit," he says as he looks at my head and back to me. I back against the wall and he runs his fingers along my cut. I flinch and he notices. He looks at me for a second and I look back at him, he looks confused as I come closer to him, his breathing is heavy as his face is inches from mine, my breath hitches and I back against the wall. I feel my pulse in my throat as his hand goes to my back pulling me towards him and his other hand behind my neck, I move my hands to his hair and he pulls away too soon, I drop my hands and look to the floor, embarrassed.

"Let me get you something," he mumbles and goes inside. What was that? It was like he was going to kiss me but then stopped? I find my self wondering why he didn't and I don't even know him. Why am I bothered? Why do I even want to kiss him? Well he is hot but I get the feeling it's more than that.

I walk over to the bench and sit there, putting my head in my hands.

This is all too much for me, just today I've moved to America, I couldn't get in my apartment that I've had planned for months, I met my dad again for the first time in six years and found out he has a fiancé, now I'm living with him and I'm at a party where I know no one here and a boy has literally just rejected me and I'm somewhat hurt about it. What am I actually doing? I begin to cry.

I pull my head up and the boy is coming over to me with a wet cloth.

He looks at me while placing it on my head, he pulls his hand away and I hold it in place.

"Have you been crying?" He looks down at me and places his hand under my chin lifting my head up to meet his eyes.

"No," I sniff and turn my head to the side so he can't see.

"Yes you have," he smiles at my lie. "Why?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm fine," I snap, I find myself angry at him for embarrassing me like that.

He laughs, "Why you snapping at me, I'm the one that just brought you this," he points at the cloth covering my forehead. I sigh and look up at him.

The vodka gives me some sort of confidence, "Why did you pull away just then?" I ask him.

"What?" He looks at me with an amused smile.

"You heard me," I look away.

"Did you think I was going to kiss you or something?" He laughs, it would be a nice sound if it wasn't being used in a malicious way.

"No..well..maybe," I squeak, embarrassed as ever. I know he was going to, why's he being a dick about it?

"Well..you were wrong," he moves towards me, standing in between my knees.

He pulls me towards him and places his hands on my knees, slowly moving them upwards. I can't deny the fire that ignites inside me. I've never felt this type of way especially when someone's only touching me, it's defiantly the vodka mixing with my hormones.

I look up and he stares down at me, moving his face so close to mine that our lips brush gently, "I don't kiss strangers," he whispers and smirks as he pulls away once again and walks towards the door, leaving me more embarrassed than I was before.