The Unforgiving Love

The Left Behind

As I pull into the mall parking lot I start searching for Ashleys car. I spot it at the front closest to the food court. Of course Ash and Madison wouldn't want to walk far for food, but we will be here for the next hour and a half walking from shop to shop looking at clothes.

I back my Chevrolet into the parking spot beside Ashleys silver Honda, a present for her sixteenth birthday, and cut the engine off. Climbing out of my car my face is met with a guys chest and I stumble back into the car door. Well that hurt, see how clumbsy I am? Huffing in annoyance I turn to see who it was that I bumped into. Turning around my eyes meet a pair of sorry filled, piercing hazel blue eyes.

As I look him up and down I'm lost for words. My intention had been to tell the guy sorry, that still was my intention, but I couldn't keep my mind still long enough for my mouth to form the words "I'm sorry." I just stood there looking dumbfounded for I don't know how long.

Finally, after a million years, the tall lean blue eyed boy snapped me out of my daze by muttering something.

"I-I'm sooo sorry, sir, I didn't mean to run into you. God I'm such a clutz. Are you ok?" I start rambling until I'm cut off by a small laugh, then it grows into full blown laughter and thats when I look up. As I look up I see his sholders shaking in uncontrollable laughter.

"What's so funny," I demand looking  at him with a puzzled look in my face.

He finally controls his laughter long enough to say "You said you were sorry about twenty times with in two minutes and then started mumbling about how big a clutz you are but really you aren't because it was my fault you ran into me, not yours. So I should be the one saying sorry." I stare at him with a puzzled look. He laughed a little to himself as I blushed. He had one of those stupid smirks on his face that made his dimples show on his cheeks. "So I'm sorry."

"Oh, well I'm Izabella, but you can call me Izzy. Are you from around here?"

"The names Zane and no I'm not, just moved here to be exact. I was hoping to find a decent place to eat, is there a Pizza Inn or a Chick-fa-la in there?" He asked pointing to the food court in the mall.

"Yea, follow me," I said with a laugh as I started walking toward the double doors to the famous food court.

I take a sidelong glance at Zane. He has that perfect jaw line, the one that every guy in every movie has. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a snug looking blue t-shirt that hung to all of his curves, I'm pretty sure that should be illegal. His shirt matched the denim jeans thag hung perfectly at his waist. His black vans completed the bad ass look. Where did this guy come from? Hollywood?

I open the door to the food court but was taken aback when he held the door for me to go through first and then he himself followed me, what a gentleman.

"Theres all kinds of food here. Just walk up and down the line of restraunts and find something that you want. The Pizza Inn is to your right and the Chick-fa-la is right beside it two restraunts down." I turn around to see a puzzled look on his face, like he was a lost puppy. I look to the ground then back up at his face as I feel his eyes shift to my face.

"Can you walk me there?"

"Yes, if that's what you want." Smiling up at him I grab his arm and drag him down the walkway of the line of restraunts. "Pizza Inn or Chick-fa-la?"

"I don't know. Is there anything else here that you would say is good?"

"Yea, follow me," I said with a laugh as I started walking toward the double doors to the famous food court.

I take a sidelong glance at Zane. He has that perfect jaw line, the one that every guy in every movie has. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a snug looking blue t-shirt that hung to all of his curves, I'm pretty sure that should be illegal. His shirt matched the denim jeans that hung perfectly at his waist. His black vans completed the badass look. Where did this guy come from? Hollywood?

I open the door to the food court but was taken aback when he held the door for me to go through first and then he himself followed me, what a gentleman.

"There's all kinds of food here. Just walk up and down the line of restaurants and find something that you want. The Pizza Inn is to your right and the Chick-fa-la is right beside it two restaurants down." I turn around to see a puzzled look on his face, like he was a lost puppy. I look to the ground then back up at his face as i feel his eyes shift to my face.

"Can you walk me there?"

"Yes, if that's what you want." Smiling up at him I grab his arm and drag him down the walkway of the line of restaurants. "Pizza Inn or Chick-fa-la?"

"I don't know. Is there anything else here that you would say is good?"

"Yes, follow me." And he did follow me. I took him to Little Pete's. It was like a grilled, fried and cooked junk food restaurant. There was not a place in town as good as Little Pete’s. I don’t know anything about him I realize. His home town, his likes, his dislikes, anything but how he looks and that he is generously kind.

Looking up at Zane, “is this ok with you? It’s one of the best food places we have in town.”

He looks down with a sparkle in his eyes, “yes it is exactly what I was looking for. Do they perhaps have any chicken nuggets here.
I smile at his question because that is what I had planned on getting when I started towards here.

“Yes they have chicken nuggets. Actually that’s what I planned to get."