The bad boy knows how to love.

Meeting J

His hair was dark brown, almost black. Styled perfectly on his head, despite being trapped in a helmet just a few minutes ago. It was the kind of hair that would look above average 24 hours a day. Dreamy hair. 

He had one single tiny tattoo on his face, a tiny little cross under his right eye and i couldn't help but think about what the story behind it was. His lips were pressed into a flat line, not giving anything away about his possible intentions or current mood.

Everything about him signalled danger but his blue eyes were welcoming and honest. Being next to him felt like standing in a burning house. Alarms could be heard wailing continuously in the distance, trying to warn me of the danger that surrounds me, making me aware of the need to escape the fire. Yet somehow i am unable to resist stepping closer,  and seeking comfort in the warmth of the flames.

"Do you need a ride?" he asks, finally breaking the silence, staring right into my eyes, almost as if he was searching for answers to a different, unspoken question.

"No, thank you, I'm waiting for someone" i respond, surprising myself with how steady my voice came out. Definitely not an accurate reflection of how i am feeling right now.

He mumbled an "alright" in response and i take that as a indication that the conversation is over.

I glance around the car park to see if i can recognise my aunts car anywhere, unfortunately there is still no sign of her. I grab my phone out of my blazer pocket and start browsing through every app, doing anything to distract me from this 6'4 god who is still stood by me. And yeah, still staring.

After a good few more minutes have passed of feeling his burning stare on me, i look up and give him a confused look.

"Can i help you?" i ask, sounding a lot more pissed off than i intended. I was just confused as to what he was still doing here. And who even is he?

His face breaks out into the most amazing smile i have ever witnessed, and my heart does multiple cartwheels, although i try my best to remain my poker face on and patiently wait for an answer.

"Whats your name?" he asks, still rocking his killer smile and looking into my eyes.

I don't know what it was about him, but i didn't feel scared to keep eye contact when we spoke, it didn't feel awkward either. It was like every time we spoke and looked at each other, our eyes were having their own separate conversation. They spoke in the language of curiosity, understanding and maybe even a hint of attraction.

"Daisy" i tell him.

"Daisy" he repeats, but of course it sounds so much better coming out of his mouth.

"Like the flower?" he continues and i simply nod at his mention of the obvious.

Before i even get to question him about his name he tells me.

"Im Jack"

"Like the ripper?" i joke, finally smiling slightly.

He laughs, a genuine laugh, and i feel a weird sense of pride in knowing that i have been able to make him laugh. He does not come across as the type who laughs often. What a misfortune that is though, his laugh could probably heal broken hearts.

I really need to get my shit together, before i fall in love with a stranger in the middle of a car park.

I imagine Edna Mode from the Incredibles slapping me round the face and telling me to pull myself together and attempt to travel back to reality in regards to Jack.

He may be hot, that is undeniable, but 1. he is out of my league. 2. i should focus on my education and cannot have any boy distractions. 3. he probably sleeps around, i mean he looks like he could get every single girl, so why wouldn't he? 4. he is waaaaay out of my league.