The Girl Who Knew It

CHAPTER FOUR: You Bring Out The Worst In ME

Playlist: Taylor Swift- Enchanted

"Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The thing about the bold moves,they're terrifying. They could end in tears and broken bones. And that's exactly what makes them so damn exciting."
   -Grey's Anatomy, season 10

I've always deemed myself a person who acted with complete caution and self control. My mind was taught from a tender age to operate fully out of self control and resilience. Never in my wildest possible  nightmares did once thought I would walk up to a guy and demand, not ask him to have some sort of relationship with me.

Pathetic, I know. I'm an embarrassment! Ladies don't try this at home.

Vain could easily be replaced. He was just some other object or should I say trophy to my family's and now my image and success.

To be quite honest, all of the resilience went out the window the moment I discovered him and his majestic voice. He had to be part of the plan! Now I'm contemplating this was all worth it.  I'd face my father's wrath if I were not to reach this idolised perfection my family always planned to reach.

Now, at this moment, my self control was currently wavering and dissolving with each passing minute. For I had no clue as to claw that smug smirk off Vain's face or to just jump on him. Kiss him completely senseless, until he couldn't even remember the first bitch who laid her lips on his, then innocent ones. I wanted to devour him!

Okay maybe I'm slightly horny. Not that it's any of my fault. I'm a hormonal, virgin nineteen year old.

See, the body wants what it wants.

We sat across each other in a booth ,Eyes locked. The silence was foreign, a good foreign. It was as if we were drinking each other in, Physically.  It was surprisingly comfortable.

There were lot of things I wanted to blurt out and ask. So many unsolved questions.
Who were his parents? What was their net worth? Did we attend the same varsity? Who the hell was he.

For I knew he was rich. I mean come on you just know! Aside from the outrageously expensive labels he wore from head to toe. The recognisable watch my mother bought my dad for Christmas two years ago.  The way he sat and carried himself. What had me even more enticed was how humble he seemed to be. The way he smiled at the waiters, how thankful he always was. It was like he completely knew how it felt to be poor, or to have a  few rands short. He seemed normal, more normal than any rich boy.

He coughed bringing me back from the trance I had seemed to have transported myself to.  He had a slight blush which to me was the indication that he was slightly uncomfortable. I suppressed a easy smirk.

"Do you always do that?" He asked softy. Briefly breaking eye contact to shove a spoon full of chocolate mint ice-cream into his mouth

"What?" I asked, shrugging. I knew exactly what he wanted to say but decided to further mess with him for a while.