How It Happened... (ON HOLD)

How it happened.

New story. I had this idea pop into my head randomly yesterday and wanted to write it right away. I think it will be popular, it's a more fun, light read than 'Scary Beautiful' about an ex- prostitute, gang leader, high school jock, and shy anti- social boy in a band created to impress a girl.

Songs of the chapter:

Beyonce- XO

XD-Smarticlygenius

Prologue

I walked slowly, dragging my feet across the floor. Trying to stall as long as I could.

I didn't belong here.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I shouldn't have called that matchmaking hot line. What kind of Matchmaking Company is called "That's what she said." anyway? I knew it was too good to be true.

That's what I get for trying to step out of my comfort zone. Before I moved here, I was (and still am) a shy weird loser all my life. And despite my tattoos and piercings i've never been taken serriously. I've never really associated with girls before.

Heck, I haven't even kissed a girl before.

But then she came. She was so perfect. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on her. (It was only three weeks ago)

Beautiful.

Like an angel. A goddess made just for me. She was like god's gift to men. With thick long wavy brown hair, soft pink full kissable lips, big blue doe eyes, long curly eyelashes and thick eyebrows, I almost melted just from looking at her.

She was wearing denim high waisted shorts, thigh high grey socks, a white halter-style crop top and vintage combat boots.

I didn't know her name. I had no idea who she was. And I sure as hell did not believe in love at first sight. I still don't. But for some reason, even after she dissapeared into the sea of people and many attractive females walked by me (some even tried talking to me) her face was the only one I could think of. I couldn't shake her pressence. Just thinking about her made my heart beat too quick, and made my stomach tingle, and flutter and protest.

Is this what they call butterflies in the stomach? No.

I refused to believe it, even as I continuously walked into the music store she worked at 'BEX' every day for two weeks continuously, just to stand behind one of their many shelves and stare at her beauty. I was content with looking from a far. Until something changed one day. Three days ago to be exact.

*FLASHBACK- THREE DAYS AGO*

I was standing in the usual isle, pretending to read album covers and records. Quietly singing along to the song on the radio. Beyoncé my guilty pleasure.

"In the darkest night I'll.

I'll search through the crowd

Your face is all that I see, I give you everything. Baby love me lights out."

AHH. Beyoncé always made me happy.

Smiling to myself I continued to sing along with queen B. When suddenly I felt something land on my shoulder. I stopped singing, and realized that it was a small hand.

"Um. Excuse me sir..." The softest most delicate and angel like voice called to me. And I froze.

Suddenly I couldn't breathe.