Perfect Flaws

O N E/ Running Into Him

(B)

{Please read Authors Note at end^^}

"I didn't do it! I promise!"

"We all know who stole it. The evidence is clear, and it points to you!"

I giggled at my best friend and roommate, Colby, who was accusing me of stealing his hot chocolate.

"What evidence? You have no proof!"

He crosses his arms and gives me a 'yeah right' look.

"Wipe the chocolate residue off your lips, sweetheart."

I wipe my lips off quickly, "What chocolate? These accusations you are blaming on me are just false!"

"Tell that to the chocolate on your sleeve now."

"That is mahogany!" I exclaim, laughing afterwards.

I glance down at the sleeve of my purple hoodie and see a faint stain of brown there. Oh well, I can wash it.

"You owe me a hot chocolate now, hoe!"

I pout at the red haired boy in front of me, "Fine, I'll buy you one!"

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I keep pouting and take out my phone, responding to a couple texts when a throat clears and I look up to see a certain freckled face boy looking at me expectantly.

"Wait, you mean now?" He nods, "No I meant tommrow, you idiot!"

"Oh okay!"

"Yes, I meant today! Now chop chop!"

I grumble as I get ready to walk out into the bitter cold weather of December.

I hum as I put earphones in, walking towards the small,homey cafe/restaurant LeAnne's.

I walk in and the smell of coffee hits me and I cringe, since I don't like coffee.

I quickly order and pay, waiting a minute before receiving the hot beverage.

But, as I walk out, I run into something.

Well, more like a someone.

A someone now drenched in hot chocolate.

"What the fuck!"

My eyes widen as I look up at the very tall, handsome, and pissed man in front of me. His expensive looking suit now wet and smelled of chocolate. Well, he seemed like he could use a little sweetness in his life.

"I'm sorry?" I squeak out but it sounds more like a question.

His jaw clenches in anger and his fist ball up, becoming white.

I purse my lips as he begins to speak again.

"You little-" He stops himself from calling me anything but continues. "Watch where the fuck you're going next time!"

"I'm sorry!" I look down in guilt, "I'll pay for your jacket to get cleaned." I grab my purse and start to unzip it when his hand grabs my wrist.

"Stop."

I look up into his hazel eyes, his black hair slightly tousled from the wind, and the light freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose. And he has a scar. Above his left eye from his forehead to his brow, but it's faint and it's not very noticeable against his pale skin since it's a very light pink.

"You're beautiful." I say out loud and he looks astonished.

"Beautiful? Did you just call me beautiful?" He let's go of my wrist unconsciously.