LDN

Living contradiction

"Oi where did they go?"

I stared up at the man before me, this giant with an unruly beard and piercing eyes. Tall, dark and muscular. Beautifully messy , I drank in his appearance studying him from head to toe. I strangely didn't feel intimidated, of course I felt a slight rush which was my bodies biological response to his aggressive tone but I was intrigued more than anything, taking note of his mannerisms.

" I don't know, I didn't see."

I watched him as he sucked in the air through his teeth and pulled out his phone, muttering something about light skinned bitches. I furrowed my brows my complextion couldn't possibly be an issue here, the home of multiculturalism.

He held his phone to his ear keeping me firmly within his gaze. I had offered him all that I knew which wasn't anything at all so I was no longer of any use, but felt obliged to stay . So I awkwardly stood in front of him strangely feeling protective over my London welcoming party.

" Nah nah listen man things are calm with us at the moment but James and that are gonna fuck it up, someone needs to put that prick in his place "

There was an era of silence as he concentrated on the response. I tried to translate what he was saying, I of course knew 'prick' was an undesirable term but couldn't decode the rest of his speech , he spoke with such urgency it was nauseating.

" I will ring his fucking neck and use those ropes on his sisters head to do it"

He hung up the phone and sighed heavily , he titled his head up to the sky and started mumbling it looked as though he was praying. The irony of it was amusing this tall and domineering being with a celestial air basking in the sun as he pleads to his God above.

I remembered that my mum was expecting me to be right behind her and began to make my way up to the entrance of the building. Refusing my body of its desires as all I wanted to do was stay and continue my observations and get his words down to a science. I looked up at the intercom and tried to remember the passcode. My first attempt was interrupted as the door swung open and someone collided into me sending me stumbling backwards.

I closed my eyes momentarily trying to dilute my agitation. It didn't work. I ran my fingers across my now grazed palm and let out a groan. I was about to air my complaints but was silenced by a new lingering presence. He gripped my arm and effortlessly pulled me up on to my feet.

I gently moved my curls out of my face and was too anxious to be embarrassed by the muffled alien noise I let out in response to the stranger. Yet another beautiful male.  He wasn't very tall but had an athletic stature, slender but munscular. His big eyes were a hypnotising black brown something like an abyss and even though his face was stern there was a certain softeness about him. His hair was cut really low at the bottom and gained concentration as it went up a collection of curls adorning the very top. He still had possession of my arm and stared into my eyes making me feel massively self conscious.

" I am so sorry , darling I need to look where I'm going to be honest but I got a lot on my mind you know how it gets."

He spoke slowly and purposefully and I nodded meekly forgetting how to use my vocal cords. I intsead admired how put together he was in his suit pants and shiny shoes. I looked at the two males the embodiment of the living contradiction that was South London. One in a navy blue tracksuit and a flashy pair of nike trainers the other standing tall in his business attire sporting an expensive watch.

"I'm Damien, I'm the first point of contact for the owners of the building so if there's anything you need I can definitely sort that for you "

He winked at me and I became frustrated at the fact that everyone I had encountered thus far was sickeningly attractive. I couldn't tell if he was flirting with me or not, but his words defintiley had a hint of something more. But I settled my thoughts as making such assumptions could be lethal. It was like I was having some sort of sexual awakening there and then. The boys back at home were tragically unappealing, and seemed like some sort of unsual extended family having known them for so long. I hadn't even had a first awkward kiss yet and now here I was stood between these two,  sex appeal spilling from their bodies, causing my breath to falter and goose bumps to rise.

Damien standing above me licking his lips gradually and intentionally whilst refusing to free my gaze. He had a weird way of staring into me whilst managing to look right past me. Seconds that felt like minutes passed as he watched me, I was entranced.  He finally returned the possession of my arm as my breathing calmed. 

I whispered that I was going to go inside and began to walk through the door that he now held open for me, my legs annoyingly feeling like jelly.

" I know you aren't mad enough to really anywhere need my bit  with your fucking complaints how many ti... "

Damien's raw voice now addressing the aggressor was cut off as the door slammed shut.

I got into the dingy but clean lift fanning myself and took it to the top floor assessing my reflection. My black curls sat in a big bundle ontop of my head and I wore a light pair of jogging bottoms , my black vans and my mums old Nirvana tshirt. My clothes hung off of my slender body. I was different so different compared to everyone I had seen.  But I was going to fit in.