Nameless // h.s. au

Prologue

Nameless: Prologue

He looks pissed. Not like genuinely angry at anything in particular but sort of like everyone's presence on this train makes him want to jump off. Probably my presence above all at the moment. But I can't help it. Something about his stance, the way he holds himself, leaning back against the doors with the clear as day 'no leaning' sign above them. You can tell he's an asshole. The kind that has too many things to hide and won't give anyone the time of day to even find them out. He looks like there's more to him underneath his intimidating gaze, but he's probably just like the rest. And like I said before, I don't know these people at all.

"Ahem." He clears his throat again and I realize I was staring. Oops. I look down flustered and continue to stuff my items back in my bag. This happens way too much I should get a better bag. Plus a better attention span.

"Sorry." I say quietly as I readjust my bag on my shoulder and hug the pole tighter, my knuckles turning white.

"If you want to grind on me sweetheart just ask." He says looking away from me and leaving me with my jaw on the floor. So he is just like the rest.

"Excuse me?" My butt wasn't anywhere near him. Unlike the short guy- but not this time.

"I said-," He stars, now looking directly at me.

I hold a hand up to stop him.

"I heard what you said." I hiss, "Why the fuck did you say it?"

A breathy laugh leaves his tall frame and I just narrow my eyes at him.

"You could have just asked." He shrugs, "It's the polite thing to do."

"Jack ass." I mutter under my breath.

"Oh hey now angel no need for name calling." He smirks.

"Fuck you." I snarl as the second to last stop is called.

"We've been over that- just ask." He winks.

I shake my head and grab my phone to give him the old- don't fucking talk to me I'm busy signal. Hoping to god that I can just get off this train and go home.

The irritable jack ass behind me taps my shoulder and I look back momentarily to humor him even though I want nothing more than to smack his porcelain cheek. Well kind of porcelain- there are tiny freckles speckled in places along his skin and there's the slightest stubble growing along his chin.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"None of your business." I quip raising an eyebrow. He smirks.

"Feisty, just how I like them." He breathes out.

"I don't know you." I say shaking my head and looking back at the iPhone in my hands.

"But you could- if you asked that is." He leaned closer, causing me to take a limited step back, "I could give you the best introduction of your life."

"Again- I don't know you and I don't want to." I sigh. His meaning not lost on me.

"I don't want to know you either." He hisses playfully next to my ear. I shove at his chest, "Prude." He snarls as he collects himself.

I laugh at his comment.

"Curly- I'm far from being a prude. But I'm not the whore you're looking for." I say smiling venomously at him as my stop is called, "Now if you'll excuse me this is my stop." I motion towards the opened doors he is so graciously blocking.

His glare is pinned on my every movement as I walk past him and blow him a mocking kiss on the way out.

He flips me off from the doorway of the subway car as it closes and I just wink before proceeding towards the exit and walking up out of the dark, muggy station. The air swallows me up as I saunter home with the new events of my tedious train ride on my shoulders.

He was kind of hot... beautiful actually.

But that mouth is dirtier than this city. Pure filth.

I shake my head laughing as the picture of his glower comes to mind and I just continue my walk down the pavement. My bag dangling from my shoulder and my feet happily slapping against the concrete the only thing residing in my mind is the thought of never having to see the boy on the train again.

Right?

Fucking Wrong.

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