Call me Ade

4. Convos

As Garcia was running, surprisingly unbothered by my weight in his arms, I couldn't help but study his stupid face. His hair was short and dark, while his eyes were glowing in the night with their light shade of brown almost gold looking, kinda like staring into a pool of honey. His nose was straight, accompanied by plump looking lips that made me think God designed those especially for him. His jawline was as sharp as a knife, and by the calm breathing and the feel of his arms locked around me, I could tell he was strong build and in shape – definitely athletic. To top it all off, I noticed he had a little beauty spot just a few inches over his lip, making me believe those things actually did radiate beauty.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him, no matter how hard I tried. I had never seen anything like him before, his skin literally possessed by the shade of golden matching his eyes perfectly.

This horrible guy, as mush as I hated admitting it, was in all seriousness bewitchingly gorgeous. The name golden boy, appearing to my mind as I was glaring.

He was the kind of beautiful that was rare and unexpected, it made me regret leaving my camera at Paula's, thinking I wouldn't stumble upon anything worth photographing in Southkeep – boy was I wrong about that.

It's really a shame his crappy personality has to ruin all that beautifulness.

His stupid words just put me through yet another one of my anxiety attacks, forcing me to relive all the horribleness I had worked so hard on pushing into the darkest corners of my brain.

Really, really unfortunate that he had to be an ass..

I think he could feel my eyes fixated on him, his serious gaze suddenly aiming on me instead of the road ahead, ''Could you stop staring? Its creepy''

Quickly I looked away, embarrassed but mostly annoyed that I had been caught red handedly.

''So- sorry'' I mumbled, my face turning a light shade of red.

But then sensibility struck my roasted brain like lightning, why in the world was I apologizing to this man?

So what if he looked good? So what if he smelled earthy and heavenly at the same time?

This guy had just triggered my deepest traumas and caused me to – in literal sense – fall to the ground in pain.

If anything this hot piece of Southkeep douche should be apologizing to me, and certainly not the other way around.

He didn't deserve me looking at him, hell he didn't even deserve touching me.

Suddenly aware of the damage he had cost my already messed up mind, I threw a fit,

''You know what? Actually no, I'm not sorry, you should be sorry!'' I snapped ''And put me down, I don't want your disgusting hands on me'' I added, even though his big warm hands wasn't all that disgusting, but you know, exaggeration promotes understanding.

The running stopped abruptly, Garcia's golden brown eyes sending me a deadly glare before dropping me to the ground like I was a hot frying pan burning his fingers.

If I hadn't reacted fast it could've ended with me eating dirt. Thankfully I landed on my butt, but that didn't mean that I wasn't getting angrier by the second.

I picked myself up, trying to dust the dirt off of my jeans while Garcia walked in front of me like I was nonexistent, ''Excuse you jerk! Have you ever heard of proper behavior?'' I barked after him, ''It wouldn't surprise me if you haven't, after all, you've been raised in this excuse of a town'' I added.

Garcia stopped walking, ooh did I just hit a nerve?

Suck on that loser! Now you know how it feels.