•Coming Soon• That Bradford Bad Boy

That Guy On The Sidewalk

Outside I had a perfect view of the sidewalk. But it's not the sidewalk we were focused on. It was who was on the sidewalk.

He was tall with perfectly toned skin. He had dark hair and perfect stature. I couldn't make out too many more features from so high up, but what I had already seen was enough.

He was beautiful.

He looks up at my window. I jump back and draw the curtains closed with the flick of my wrist.

"Hey why'd you do that?" Taylor whines.

"Because he's looking." I hiss.

"Really?" she says backing away from the window.

I nod. I thought she got up to leave but she just goes to the window on the other side and continues staring.

"Really?" I say rolling my eyes. "Are you trying to get him to see us spying on him?"

She just nods. "Well duh." She says returning my eye roll. "Then he will notice me and fall in love with me on sight." She whips her over her shoulder and smiles at me.

I roll my eyes and laugh she laughs with me. I sit down next to her and watch.

"I don't think he's gonna turn back around." I say not taking my eyes off of him.

He wore black skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. Some people can't pull that look off, but he did, and he did it well.

"Well I'll make him turn around." She says reaching into her pocket, then pulling out two sticks of gum. She hands me one.

I put the gum in my mouth and ball up the wrapper.

Taylor opens my window.

"What are you doing?" I say reaching for my window which had opened like a door. She slaps my hand away balling up her own wrapper.

"Throw it." She says pointing to the wrapper in my hand.

"WHAT?" I say staring at her in disbelief. "You want me to throw the thing? What if it hits him?"

She slaps her head with her hand. "It will get his attention, duh! Plus you have terrible aim so you have nothing to worry about."

I frown at her, but she was right. I had no aim at all.

I draw my hand back and send the balled-up wrapper flying through the air. It lands a few feet behind him in the grass to his right.

"Eh, that wasn't as bad as I thought." She says, drawing back her own hand.

Now, Taylor had a fair sense of aim, but she wasn't athletic; but neither was I. The thing is she actually had a pretty good throwing arm. It made me shiver thinking of the fact that she actually had a chance of hitting him.

Taylor pulls her arm back a little farther and adjusts herself. Then she throws.

The ball flies through the air and the hits the guy right in the back of his head.

Taylor's eyes get big and I draw the curtains tight as the guy looks right up to my window.

We drop to the polished wooden floor hiding and for a few seconds, we stay like that. Then Taylor starts laughing insanely. I can't help but laugh too.

We peek through the turquoise curtains and see the guy bend down and pick up the wrapper. I let the curtain hang and stare at Taylor. She had a sudden startled look on her face.

"Do you see what you've done? Now he has proof that we have been messing with him. Thank you so much."

"Yeah," she says dropping the other corner of my curtains. "I should have thought that through. Well, good luck, bye!" she stands and leaves my room closing the door behind her.