Poison.

3

It's a new day and new start for my life at Bondi. Today I'm going to attempt to get a job at the cafe where I went to yesterday, I need a job and the staff seemed nice so why not.  I got dressed in some fishnet tights, shorts and a long tank top that came over the shorts. Along with my usual dark make up.

I'm not expecting to get any news from the cafe straight away so I just quickly handed my cv over the counter and made my way towards the beach. Leaning against the railings and taking in the beautiful view.
"You act like you've never seen a beach before" A deep voice spoken behind me.
"Maybe I haven't" I sassily replied, not even turning my head. The figure came and stood next to me.
"I'm Jesse" He nodded at me, I turned to see the mystery figure before realising it's the guy from the night before. The gang member.
" I don't think I care" I replied, keeping eye contact as I sarcastically smiled his way. His brows furrowed and his demeanour changed suddenly.
"You want to watch what you say darlin' , you're playing a dangerous game. I know you don't have anyone down here, you need someone like me." He ranted off at me.
"I don't need anyone" I sharply replied back. To think he has the nerve to think I need him when I've been managing by myself.
"Ha. Trust me, the streets aren't always this bright. Pure lucky I'm nice to you" A snarl, almost reminding me of a dogs growl finished his sentence. I looked in to his eyes once more.
"Thank you" I muttered. I guess it's my British side coming through but I felt I should thank him for at least putting in any effort to talk to me. I turned myself back towards the view of the sea. Focusing on the waves. I heard his breathing beside me.
"Y'know I think you're even more beautiful then the view you're seeing right now" Jesse said, I could almost hear his smirk at the end. In shock of his mood swings and compliment I quickly turned around, seeing his back as hen asked off up the street.