Mercury [DO NOT READ]

[mercury meets tempest]

The day could possibly not get any worse; I should know better than to think such a thing, as inevitably, fate should have it so that anybody who thinks something bad is done would ultimately be wrong. But I couldn't help myself, how could anything else go wrong today; I've already been through as much bad luck as a person can take; I honestly hate Friday the Thirteenths; I should have locked myself in my room and waited for the day to be over. 

I walked along the road waiting for my cousin to pick me up; mum and dad were gone for a couple of weeks, a couple's retreat apparently; so they left me in the grateful care of my Aunt Mags and her daughter Willow, who just so happens to be one of the most annoying cousins that I had met. A car swept past me, and then before I could comprehend what was going on, I was completely and utterly soaked from head to toe; curses on this bad luck and the terrible weather that happened to befall this day; I pulled my phone from my pocket; it was still okay, hardly drenched, thank god. But then, I got a text message from Willow saying the car broke down and I'd have to wait another couple of hours or so. Being the dramatic person that I am, I scream out with frustration and think that if I am going to be stuck in this terrible weather I might as well go drown my sorrows in coffee. 

Taking the train to the nearest town, which just so happened to be Kings Cross; I should've probably stayed where I was and waited those couple of hours; Kings Cross wasn't really the nicest of places throughout Australia, but truly, I was still drenched, and not thinking rationally; I'd already been through the worst of luck, I think being in Kings Cross should be the least of my problems. Once off the train I decided to head to my left, and make my way to the cafe which I knew had to be a couple of blocks away.

A couple of blocks off the cafe I stopped hearing the blaring hissing sound of sirens, the hard and heavy footsteps running behind; shit, now this is why I don't go out on Friday the Thirteenth. Before I could move my legs fast enough and run away before the footsteps caught up, I was already too late; someone pulled me into a dark lane, which I could just catch a glimpse of the name, Surrey Lane; why did it have to sound like sewerage? Honestly this day was the shittiest most unluckiest day I've had since 2009. 

"What the hell are you doing out here dressed like that?" someone hissed in my ear. I looked at the person then, half of his face was cast in the dark; but he had a clean shaven head, pale lips in contrast with his tan skin, smokey brown eyes and tattoo of some sort running up the left side of his bicep. I didn't answer him. 

He grinds his teeth before looking both ways then settling his eyes on me again; he licked his lips and then said, "Well if you're just going to stand there and stare, I'm leaving, if you haven't already noticed I've got to get going before the cops bust me for something I sure as hell didn't do."

But before he had a chance to move, I saw something move in the corner of my eye and the blur of flashing red and blue lights; why the hell did I have to come to Kings Cross, oh yeah, I wanted coffee, such a stupid idea, but I'm certainly going to wring my cousin's neck for not getting a better car. 

The guy looked around and then he cursed.

He looked at me then, "Kiss me." I must have misheard him.

"What?" I ask dumbly

"Kiss me," he repeated.

"No way in hell am I kissing a stranger," I fold my arms across my chest. 

"Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable," he states; looks at me, the street and then his eyes are back on me; I hear the slamming of a car door.

"Public displays of affection make me uncomfortable and I'm not kissing a stranger," I glare at him.

"Kiss me," he says again, "We'll fit in."

"I am not kissing y-" My protests were instantly cut off as his lips made contact with mine, moving against my lips in a rapid speed; I never kissed someone before, I didn't know what to do, so my lips didn't move. He grunted, then turned us around so I was pressed against the wall, then I felt his hand brush against my cheek and before I knew what I was doing, I kissed him back with a ferocity I hadn't known I had. 

We kept kissing, and I could certainly say that he was an excellent kisser, well, I haven't kissed any other guys, so, I'll just say he's a good kisser. I heard footsteps walk towards us and I stiffened slightly, but he put his hand on my waist and I melted back into his lips; the echoing of footsteps could faintly be heard if I strained my ears. 

Then we broke apart; "We'll, you'll have to work on reaction to being kissed that's for sure," he smirked then and I opened my eyes which I didn't know I closed.

"I don't even know you and you stole my first kiss," I say angrily.

"You can rest assured sweetheart that once you started to kiss me back, you were one hell of a kisser," he said staring at my eyes and then liking his lips again, I just stood there staring at him uselessly. 

"That doesn't assure me on anything, you jerk!" I screech. 

"Well, I'm Tempest, you wanna get a coffee?" he asked me; infuriating jerk, I think to myself. 

"Aren't you going to apologise?" I question, looking at his muscular bicep, the one with tattoo stretching across it.

"Apologise for what exactly?"

"For kissing me, you moron!" I shout.

"No," he says with a devious grin, "'cause that was a damn fine kiss, and I am not going to apologise for it." Tempest then folds his arms over his chest.

I grunt in response to that.

"So, about that coffee?" he grins then, and all I can do groan. 

When I arrive home with willow, Aunt Mags asks, "How was your night sweetie?" 

Wonderfully terrible, I don't reply,  just go to the guest room and slam the door shut.

I hate Friday the Thirteenths; one down this year, two more to go.