Something About You..

Part 8: The Plan .3

-Alex's POV-

He made a point about needing a body guard. Granted that's only cause watching his body right now, moving like he is, is a sight to see. His hoodie is thin fabric and hugs his torso like wet suit, he's fucking beautiful. Don't get me wrong, he's supposed to be, right. But, it's not just muscles. He's got a really well structured face and body, he looks like Alex Pettyfer with shaggy black hair and these sharp, pale ocean blue eyes, his eyes even have a hint of silver in them. That's what makes him so intimidating, those eyes. Now, Imagine his legs thin and with a dash of depressed. His style is like laid back Skater, stoner, bad boy.
Grey skinny jeans that honestly really.. um.. leave no imagination for others. Danny is a work of art, but he's also a pain in the ass with a poor attitude. It's hard to pin point what his intentions really are. I refuse to trust him, he's acting weird. The original Danny is preferred right now.
Finally the bell rings bringing me back to my surroundings, Danny is standing in front of me, my face is inches away from his.. man hood and he's just looking down at me.
"Ready to go?" He asks, motioning me to go in front of him.
"Yep." I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, not sure he realized what he did. Slowly using the desk to push past him, he walks behind me. His body is rigged and his demeaner seems off, is he uncomfortable? That's a weird side to see on him. This day is getting longer and longer.. Please, let me go home. The longer I payed attention to him the more human he became.

It's like you hear these stories and rumors about someone for so long, they become that image. To me, Danny was that situation. He's become such a bad guy to me that his actions are not adding up right now. He's actually surprisingly funny. Huh, it must be an act. He's up to something, I can feel it.

We walk out the door, absentmindedly hiding to the left side of the hall to sneak to my locker. I feel his eyes watching me, probably judging then I feel an arm plop down on my shoulders. He put his fucking arm around my neck. I'm not one for drama but this is a whole new level. It's like he wants to create a problem and he does. Just as I thought it there's Sasha and her fake ass smile walking to my locker, the same time as me. I quickly unlock it and stick my head taking a deep breathe and grabbing all my home work.

"Umm, so what's going on here?" Her voice chimes. It's like she's nasally but only to increase the pitch.

"Nothin.." Before I can finish.. "Back off Sasha.." Danny rang in behind me. He moves to leaning up against the locker next to mine. He reached up taking my bag and holding it open while I shove my homework and stuff into the bag, quickly close the locker and try to walk off. Sasha got in my way.

"So, are you two a thing now?" She swayed, pointing between Danny and I, instinctively I rolled my eyes as Danny shrugged his arm back around my neg standing in front of her like she was invisible then moved her out of the way while chiming over his shoulder.

"You should listen more." He pulls me along out the door, before the bell rings. We just walk, in silence. His arm still on my shoulders. Once we get out of school zone, he quickly lets go of me sticking a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it, he continued to play with the lighters flicker, as I waved off the smoke. Moving away from him, I walk ahead then pause and turn to him.

"Why did you do that?" I manage out.. It's making sick knowing Sasha might target me even more. She's done a lot of messed up things. I jump back when his eyes come close to my face..

"Hey you okay? You mumbled something and look sick. Come on, lets keep going." He motioned me forward but I held my ground and sharply inhaled to balance my mind..

"Why did you do that? You didn't have to be so touchy around her and you haven't even noticed me at all since two days ago." Strengthening my stance I look at him angerly. He just looked at me, dumbfounded. then backed up inhaling a puff of smoke then releasing it again looking away from me. He looked cool but.. it was annoying kind of cool.

"Fine, if I answer your questions, will you give me a chance?" He looked at me, he relaxed his body, opening his arms like he's pleading. All it did was tighten my face into a scowl.

"Chance for what? Will you answer them honestly?" I cross my arms

"Look at that, asking questions before asking questions." He smirked pulling his phone out taking a picture of me.. "Give me your number." He said, handing me his phone. I look at him puzzled and hand it back.

"No, I don't want to." I stated flatly. handing the phone back.. He got closer, pushing the phone in my hand and closer to me. His face is blank but his eyes show a hint of annoyance. Good, I get under his skin.

"Please.. can you give me your number?" He sighed out and I was taken back. He was polite for once. What the hell is going on? Is this a long weird dream. Like those dreams that make no sense, but when you wake up, you know it was a dream. That's what it is. I absentmindedly started walking away from him. My brain just can't function right now. Too much going on.

I walk in silence, listen to him inhale and exhale his cigarette for a few blocks. He's not trying to pass me or walk by, he's just behind me. Sometimes I stop to see if he will keep going but he stops too. He just shifts on his feet until I start walking again. This is so damn confusing. He breaks the silence finally half way to my house.

"Look, Little thing, I am not gonna take no for an answer anymore. You want answers, give me your number. That way I can text you. You will always be able to ask a question then." Listening to him, I debated what's the harm. I cave.

"Fine, but not because you charmed yourself into it, mister. I know you're up to something." I grab his phone applying the number in a new contact slot. He seemed to be smiling but it was so faint, I thought it was my imagination. "And no prank calls. I pay for my phone myself." My parents had to pitch in a few months ago when Sasha kept giving my number out to strangers. Not even sure how she got it, but she made sure I knew it was her who did it. Once the number is in I hand him the phone and quickly walk to my house. He follows behind saving the contact then slipping his phone back in his pocket.

The cigarette was finished so he flicked it in the road and squinted his eyes at something in the distance as we walked up to my front gate. "Okay, this is my stop.. So ahh.. keep going." I say over my shoulder, unhooking the latch and squirming through. Once I feel safe in my own front yard, I turn to him looking at the ground. "What's your intentions?" I stumble out. I realized I was asking for myself this time. I wanted to know why he was hanging around.

He shrugged and looked down.. "Has there ever been a moment you want to move on and see something new for once. You just need change or your heads gonna explode." He moved forward leaning over the fence.. He was venting, his eyes gave it away. "It has been like every thing has been dark and gloomy. Nothing was exciting or.. interesting. Then suddenly, something new pops into view., something that interests you" He stopped and looked at me. "What would you do, would you chase after it and figure out why it interested you, or let it slip and stick to what you know?" He really wanted to know. His eyes light up anxiously. I shake my head.

"Stick to my comfort zone. Why would you wanna throw away what you have already for something that could eventually corrupt your comfort." I scuff. Chasing chances are only good for certain things, like homework and nail polish. Not people.. He looks disappointed by the answer..

"You'll understand one day." He backs away throwing up a peace sigh. "See you later Little thing" he shuffled off, I watched him walk off. He pulled his jeans up, showing his tight little bubble butt as he walked away and I couldn't help but giggle. He's a cutie, for sure. His long legs stand out with muscles firm on his thigh. His cafes are decent size, he's built like a runner for track and field with the body strength of a builder. It's incredible to watch his muscle move on him. His shaggy black hair seems to always fall just above his eyes. Its a firm jawline, sharp. The more I look, the more I don't know what to look at on him. He's so unfamiliar to my eyes, I can't train them to not observe him.

This is one long day. I climb the stairs and open the door to my home. Breathing a sigh of relief to finally be where I am most comfortable. Once inside and the door locked behind me I head to the right. Making my way down the hall to my bedroom. Think I need to tell Nathan what happened.

Authors Note# Little thing is now her new nickname, instead of classroom cutie. What do you think so far? Let me know in the comments. Thank you for reading so far. :)