After breakfast I had managed to convince my Mum that my hair was perfectly fine and that I didn't need to get it done at the salon. She eventually gave in and let me cancel my appointment but she still wanted to get her hair cut, honestly, you would think this was her prom. However, I wasn't complaining as it gave me a couple of hours to myself. I chilled out around the house, watched some awful daytime TV and before I knew it my time was up and I had to drive into town to collect my dress from a local dressmaking store as they had been making some alterations. I hopped into my black Jeep just as the rain started to fall, so much for the nice day! The sunshine had been replaced with giant, black clouds. I had passed my driving test a few months ago and as combined 18th birthday and congratulations present my Grandparents had bought me this car which was so ridiculously over the top. I didn't even want to think about how much it must have cost them, I knew they could afford it but I always struggled with accepting things from other people. My parents have always encouraged me to be independent and stand on my own two feet so I hated things been giving to me on a platter, I had been saving up for car since I was about 13 and obviously I would never have been able to afford something as luxurious as this but it would have felt like mine. I remember when I turned up to school for the first time in this car so many heads turned with its massive 4x4 tyres and glistening exterior. I gained a lot more friends once I got my drivers licence.
I turned out of my driveway and headed west down the country road which would take me into the heart of town. I lived in a small town of about 3000 people which meant everyone knew everyone. I was lucky that my house just outside the centre. It was close enough that I could see my friends and go shopping whenever I wanted but still far enough away that I could escape it all when need be. It was a long winding road, surrounded by fields and trees. The rain was falling heavier now, I had to put my windscreen wipers on max. Just as I was making a sharp turn in the road I saw someone out of the corner of my eye and once I was past the bend I slammed my breaks on. What was someone doing walking all the way out here? There were no hiking paths near here plus it was at least another 20 minute walk into the town and in this weather they must be freezing. Maybe they had broken down further up the road. I looked in my wing mirror and saw the person getting closer, I couldn't see them clearly because of all the rain. Once they were close enough I rolled down my window and shouted out to them;
"Excuse me, do you want a lift?" I yelled.
Although I had shouted my voice was almost lost in the rain. It was hailstones now. I hadn't seen rain like this in years. The figure was about 4 meters from me and I could finally make out that it was a guy and he only had jeans and a t-shirt on. He must be soaked through! When I called on him, he didn't turn straight away but instead he froze. I must have given him a fright. Gradually he rotated his body towards me so I could see his face and I don't know how else to describe his face other than it was the most exquisitely beautiful thing I had ever seen. As soon as his dark eyes locked with mine I felt something I had never felt before. Like a spark deep within me, only so much more than a spark. More like a forest fire had been ignited. My breath hitched in my chest and butterflies exploded in my stomach. I've never had such a physical reaction to someone before, especially not from just looking at them and as unsettling as that was, there was something that troubled me much more. For the life of me I could not fathom why he looked at me the way he did. He was angry, no, he was beyond angry, he was enraged. His black eyes pierced into mine with such ferocity that I knew I should look away but I just couldn't bring myself to. His short black hair was soaking wet with rain drops dripping from the ends and running down his perfectly chiselled face. His jaw was clenched shut and his tanned arms were tensed, in fact his whole posture was rigid. I could make out every flexed muscle underneath his soaked black t-shirt and even though i couldn't see his hands I bet they were clenched into fists in the pockets of his black jeans. Why was he so hostile towards me? I eventually managed to shake some sense into myself and tried to speak to him again.
"Do you want a ride?" I repeated, my voice shook as I spoke. "You must be freezing"
Again, he didn't answer straight away but instead his eyes narrowed and his forehead creased even more. I wasn't sure what to do, he just stood there silently glaring at me but I didn't feel like I could drive off.
Eventually he replied "No, I don't need your assistance" His voice was deep and husky. It made all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Although, I couldn't help but notice he didn't say 'No, thank you' and that pissed me off a little bit. I had went out of my way to help him and not only was he angry with me for interrupting him but he didn't have any manners.
I took a deep breath and regained my composure, although I am certain he must have this effect on every girl he lays eyes on I wasn't going to let him be rude to me for no reason. Even good looking people should be polite. I didn't want him to know how affected I was by his presence.
I rolled my eyes at him "Ok then, suit yourself" my voice laced with sarcasm. I turned to face the road and started to roll up the window when I became very aware of how close he was. When I turned to look out of my side window again he was standing only a meter away. He was even more beautiful up close. I could now make out his long dark eyelashes and the slight stubble covering his jaw. His eyes really were black, I had never seen such dark eyes.
This time when he spoke it was barely more than a whisper but all the venom was still there "Has no one ever told you that you shouldn't speak to strangers?" He quizzed "Do you think its clever to stop at the side of a deserted road and offer a guy you don't know a lift?"
It was strange how someone could speak so quietly yet still remain forceful. His rage was palpable even when he whispered. I didn't know how to respond to him. Of course I knew I probably shouldn't offer people I didn't know a lift but I was trying to be helpful.
"I can take care of myself thank you very much" I retorted. I didn't want him to know he probably had a point.
His jaw clenched again and I could see the pulsing of a vein in his neck. "Be on your way" he grumbled through clenched teeth and with that he turned on his heel and walked away from the car. I rolled up the window, i was scared if I didn't there was a chance I could call after him. I turned and sat staring out the windscreen as I no longer had the wipers on I was faced with nothing but a wall of water. I was physically shaking and my heart beat was yet to return to normal. I needed a few moments to get a grip of myself. Why was I acting like this? Yes, he was attractive, very attractive but so what? I searched myself for an answer but came up with nothing. Instead I started put my foot down on the accelerator and continued on my drive towards town. I kept expecting to see him again but I never did. I tried to forget about him but if I am completely honest, every single thought was occupied by the angry, beautiful stranger.
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Allure
Romance"Its strange how someone can walk into your life and until you've met them, you wonder how you ever lived without them. I often wonder how I survived without him. But that's exactly what it was, surviving. Simply existing. For the first time I feel...
