Deflower

Chapitre Trois

How Kyle was so confident in his prior encounter with Lourdes— although she had found it rather awkward and had used the soft fabric of her pink, plaid skirt to wipe her hand after he had wetted the palm of her dainty hand with his saliva—, Allistair had been the uppermost opposite. He wasn't insecure; no, it was crystal clear that the boy was very well aware that he was attractive, and that most girls hearts swelled at his sight, but, he also knew that Lourdes wasn't like most girls.

He'd have to be awfully gentle, something that, and the other beauties he had ripped apart piece by piece could confirm so, was not at all his profession. Otherwise, Allistair was quick to take what he wanted from them (only if they consented, of course), but now, he felt obliged to be soft. The soft smile his papa often gave him before his grand fist collided with his mothers jaw, soft as in soft silk sheets bathing in the residue of what had kept him occupied; sex, something that offered Allistair the feeling of being alive. The soft grin that crept on his face as he dressed with the window open. His mother told him that he was kissed by fire—hence why the boy did not seem to be bothered by the cold— but he knew better.

He was kissed by the devil.

That was what those who sat in the local diner—owned by a distant relative of Lourdes Guerrero, and where she, so very coincidentally, worked as a waitress— thought of, too. Tall, handsome, confident— evil. Worst part of the contemplations created by the people in there (a woman with two boys, clad in identical attire and feasting on pancakes soaking in honey, and the usual, a man all too eager to watch the young girls, the waitresses, bend over, and perhaps, catch a glimpse of their innocent, cotton made underwear), was that they weren't even fallacies.

Allistair took a seat at a table that remained unoccupied; somewhere in the back, where he was alone and unbothered by the everlasting burdens children were, in his eyes. He had a general disdain for children and anything to do with family— maybe it was because he wished to spare his possible own of someone like him, maybe it was because he feared he'd end up the same man as his father. Always working, always so greedy, so full of wealth but so void of desire, with a wife that fucked other women behind his back and children that pitied him.

Whomever it would be to convince him to start a family, would have to be very, very special.

Lourdes Guerrero stood before him with a menu and a tight smile. A foreign songstress played in the background, and Allistair could not help but frown toward the man at the bar— one that was fat, and seemingly wed, he could tell by the silver band wrapped around his index finger, but, he could also tell that that ring would not hold him from taking one of those pretty young things home. The only thing that would, would be the law— for he still had not been able to rip his gaze away from Lourdes. Not because Allistair experienced some sort of infatuation with her, because, as said before, the girl that managed to beguile him had yet to be born, but rather because the man disgusted him.

"Good afternoon, sir, how can I help you today?" Allistair wore a firm grin on his lips and chuckled at her use of the word sir. That, he never thought she would call him— it had been a while since anyone had ever addressed to him in such formal manner. It reminded him of a rather interesting encounter he'd had with a pretty blonde girl he'd met on a party, whose name he couldn't remember, but he could remember a few other things about him. His large hands around her neck, the only thing she—Jessica? Jude? Jill?— could say, was sir. Allistair enjoyed it, that, being in charge.

"What'd you recommend?" Allistair asked, upon which the corners Lourdes' mouth had arisen ever so slightly— so slightly, but still, Allistair had taken notice of the minuscule detail. Other things, Allistair had only now seen the kaleidoscope of emotions her irises were. They seemed like a sunset, inhaled the fairy dust kids swore saw falling off her body.