Ps. Karma

1|THE SMIRKING DEVIL

1| THE SMIRKING DEVIL

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The blonde waitress slip my sixth order of milkshake, discreetly glancing at me.

I took in the consideration of  being the only customer this late afternoon and sitting in the corner booth, sobbing as if I ran over someone's  puppy.

My mascara is a running mess down my cheek and I'm  hysterically hiccuping.

Who'd think in just a  couple of hours, I'd lose my best friend and my boyfriend.

The two most important people in my life, lied and betrayed me.

I'm so completely loss  drowning my tears in the tall milkshake that I didn't take in the stranger sliding across from me.

"Who's dog you ran over." Ask a new voice. I'm startled at first, choking on my milkshake.

It comes unatractivily  slurping out of my mouth and all over the table. The coughing subside and I'm left to feel the embarrassment.

Without looking up, I take the napkin he holds up and wipe my mouth.

I take out more napkins and furiously wipe the table.

My eyes drift from the table and I take in my  intruder. I took in his royal blue Ralph Lauren shirt, that clad to his chest prominently displaying his muscle. His arm's strong and built, that must have been worth hours and hours in the gym. As much as it pained me,I'm slowly lifting my eyes. 'Holy hell'. As if getting cheated on wasn't enough, the greek god like carved body, was given a face to match. I sucked in a breath.

Imagine Jacob Black and multiply him by x100000 more. This guy was truly a work of art. From his sharp defined  cheekbone, slightly crooked nose, his full pink lips that had a small birth line on the right corner. The mop of raven black hair flop messily over his forehead.

Yet I frown, once I couldn't uncover the identity of his eyes. The black shades covering it was really pissing me off. The eyes was what would finally finish the art, the color defining so much.

I must have looked tongue-tied, internally wanting his strong arm to wrap securely around me as I drool over his perfect sculpt face. I foolishly let myself take in more of him, than I could take and I was almost wetting my panties.

He had this strong and defiance aroma surrounding him. He looked fierce and broad.

"Enjoying yourself?" He smirks. And like that, I couldn't believe that such beauty could have this big turn off, arrogant. I didn't miss the skipping my heart took hearing his rough rich voice. I questioned myself sometime.

"What's with the shades?" I ask, ignoring his previous assumption.

I didn't anticipate the snicker that escaped his lips next, I sat there dumbfounded. He was amused, his lips twisting into a cocky smirk.

He did another unforeseen and slowly pull off his shades. And for my sake, I wished I could have taken back my statement. I was not mentally and physically ready to see such sight.

I stare stupefied, at his pair of one pale green/hazel, outline dark blue eye and the other turning a vibrant blue in the light. They were by far the most astonishing sight I've ever come upon in my sixteen years of living. They were such a rare beauty that I couldn't find it in myself to hold the grudge for his lousy mouth.

Seeming to like the reaction he gain from me, he once again pull the shades back on, shielding his eyes. Leaving me begging to see it again. There's this strong almost alluring pull it brought to me. My mind, overwhelm as it became harder to grasp unto my sense of reality.

I didn't take in the fact that I probably look like an unattractive mess, until he pointed it out.

"Do I know you?" I query, raising both my brows at him.

He lean forward, smirking at me.

"How about this, you freshen first and then we can talk." He remark and I'm left feeling flustered.

I get to  my feet and head to the bathroom. I'm appalled  staring at my reflection. My eyes is red from the crying and my cheek is stained from the mascara.

I stare at myself, not recognizing the girl standing before it. Sighing, I grab paper towel from the dispenser, wetting it  scrubbing my cheek clean. My hair is a wild mess and I quickly pull it into a high knot.

I wash my face with cold water, instantly waking myself up.

Walking back to the booth, I'm surprise to still find him.

"I took liberty of ordering you a new cup." He state, motioning to the tall glass of chocolate milkshake.

I find myself smiling at him without meaning to.

Sipping on the milkshake, I tell him everything that happened leading to this moment. I'm lost of any reasons as to why my mouth wouldn't stop moving. I spoke until nothing was left to say.

My breathing is coming out harshly when I'm finally done.

"I'm Hogan West." He say, holding out a hand.

"Bloom-..Bloom White." I stutter finally finding my voice. He shakes my hand, still holding on to it.

"Alright barbie." He tugs me closer. I glare at him.

"How'd you like serving your own plate of karma." He say with a smirk.

I'm left confuse, yet I stare at our hands and can't help but consider.

They say, the devil comes in all shape and form.

This time he's a sexy hunk of a bad boy with a devilish smirk.

I knew I shouldn't have, yet I followed him straight to hell.

END OF CHAPTER

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There you have it, the first chapter of this story. 

So far,  you've been introduce to the infamous Hogan West. What do you think of him so far?

More to come.

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