Ever since she rolled up to the gas station in her expensive car, with her beautiful and protective pitbull, he couldn't get her out his mind.
She was undeniably gorgeous. She radiated beauty and captivated anyone that got a chance to catch a loo...
Fezco laid in bed, looking at the ceiling and thought about the mysterious duo. They were both beautiful and he knew she was probably just as dangerous as her beast. She was well-spoken but she wasn't no nerd. Even after building a relationship with her dog, Fez had not said anything else to her except to tell her what area she was in. He wondered if she was just passing by or if he would ever see her again.
And he did.
He saw her three more times that week. Each time she came in with her Pit. Each time he was not on a leash and each time he followed her around like a bodyguard. She bought beef jerky every time and fed him the whole bag before they got back in the car. Every time he saw her she dressed up in designer clothing. The first time she came back in she wore a tight black, long-sleeved turtle neck, and black fluffy heels. He noticed this time that she had tattoos on her right hand, leading under sleeve and her legs, now exposed, were tanned and tattooed as well. Black and white flowers flowed from under her dress, down the side of her right thigh and he wondered how far it went up. His eyes followed her tattoo peeking out from under her dress down to her perfectly painted toenails, back up to her tight little body, over the top of her perky breasts and- she caught him looking and teased him with a smile. He pressed his lips, turned away, feverishly and laughed through his nose.
She liked that he was so shy. She had been around her share of aggressive men and appreciated a man that was too bashful to look at her exposed body, openly. The more he tried to hide his gaze, the more she pushed it onto him. She tormented him with eye contact, which she learned from a young age was a form of non-verbal communication but mostly, it made people nervous. And she liked making people nervous, it made her feel like she was in control. She would openly undress him with her eyes, the same way older men would do to her. When she was around him she always made a point to get behind his personal bubble and fixate her eyes on his lips, while playfully biting hers. She could feel the hair on his arm stand up as he tried not to look and every time he caved and their eyes met, he timidly looked away. He bent down and ran his hands over the dog's ears to alleviate his nerves and noticed deep scars around his neck and face. The friendship between him and her hound grew immensely. He was always around to ease the sexual tension.
There was usually not much conversation between them during her visits.
The third time she came in Fez was talking to a customer or a friend. They seemed to know each other and talked about a party later that night that Fez said he was going to. The man he was talking to looked young, maybe in his late teens and she could tell he was handsome from the back. He was tall, with big broad, sculpted shoulders and she could see his muscular back through his thin white shirt. She walked past them and caught the young man's eye, whose name, she later learned, was Ryan.
He slowed his conversation and fixed his eyes on her ass, which was prominent in her tight cream-colored dress. She bent over and reached for the beef jerky, dropping a bag on the floor. Ryan, quick to her rescue, ducked for the bag but was cut short with the snare of her Pit. He growled intensely and let out a low bark revealing his fangs, and stood on guard. She didn't react and without looking back, she grabbed the bag on the floor and turned around. Fez had never seen her dog like this and cast the same reaction she had had when he petted him for the first time. She was used to her protector responding to strangers like that and she was right. He really didn't have a clue as to how protective he was toward her.
Ryan put his hands up and backed away.
"That's a beautiful dog," he said with a nervous smile.
"I'm Ryan..." he said, while she reached for two bottles of water.
She didn't turn around or respond, with her dog still on surveillance. Fez wasn't accustomed to this new, cold and dismissive duo. Ryan looked to Fez for emotional support but Fez just shrugged his shoulders to say, you're on your own.
"What you got going on tonight? There's a huge party tonight, I'd love to take you out."
She turned around with her hands full and gave a half-smile. "No thank you, Ryan."
He was disappointed but determined. Ryan was as conventional as they come, with his light brown hair, blue eyes, and chiseled features. Girls usually threw themselves at him but occasionally they'd play hard to get.
"You live around here?" he asked.
She looked down at her hound and up to Fez and replied, "something like that."
"Well, what else do you have going on tonight? Look, you don't even have to get ready, you can wear that sexy little dress. We'll go back to my house, hang out for a bit, pregame," he reached out for her hand and her beast violently snapped at him, forcing him backward.
Again, she didn't react. She grinned and rolled her eyes.
"You're not used to hearing no, are you Ryan?"
"I just know we'll have a good time," he said, still keeping his distance.
"I'm not interested," she countered, still polite.
"You ready?" Fez asked, cutting the awkwardness. She nodded, pulled out a 20, left it on the counter and walked out without waiting for her change.
"So, what time should I pick you up?" he yelled as she walked out.
"Not interested," she yelled back, her hound by her side.
It had been three days and no sign of the mysterious duo. Fez began to wonder if she ever met up with Ryan. Maybe she was playing hard to get. Ryan was a good-looking guy, it wouldn't be unheard of and he was rich. He came from money; the whole town knew that. He had a way with ladies and had been with all the hottest girls in school, including Maddy when they were freshmen and once again when she and Nate were broken up. He knew she wasn't at the party because he was there and didn't see her. Honestly, house parties didn't seem like her thing, although he knew nothing about her, other than she always had a lot of cash and everywhere she went, her bodyguard followed close beside her.
Fez went back to his normal routine and tried to forget about her. He couldn't be mad. He didn't even know her name or her dog's name or where she came from, or if she lived in this area. He was too chicken shit to make eye contact for longer than a few seconds, let alone find out anything about her. She was probably long gone, tantalizing some other shy, gas station scrub.
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