Nemesis: A Love Story

HUGH

His phone keeps going off. Every few minutes and he knows it's Megan. Asking him if he's coming, where is he?

Sorry babe. Something came up. I'll come 2 u l8r.

He turns off his phone annoyed. When he  lifts his eyes up he's lost sight of her. He feels his heart quicken. Has she disappeared into one of the tall buildings.
Hopped on one of the buses.
FUCK!!!
Fuck Megan for her fucking constant messages.
And fuck himself for not just ignoring her desperate ass for one afternoon.
It's then that his eyes locate her. She's crossed the street, and he bolts across causing a car to honk. He's able to get behind someone before she sees him as she turns and looks over her shoulder.
Her long hair sways and a strand crosses in front of her face.
She's beautiful.
The thought hits him like a punch in the gut.
Beautiful?
What the fuck?
He never uses words like that when he thinks of women.
Hot. Sexy. Fuckable. Disposable.
If his father were still alive he'd slap him hard against the back of his head for even thinking something so ridiculous. He could hear him now...women aren't good for anything but fucking, boy. Don't make the same mistake I did and get stuck with one. Just pound them and on to the next one.
He hasn't thought of the alcoholic, abusive bastard in years.
He stares daggers at the back of her head.
See this is what she does to him! Makes him remember  things he's long since buried, makes him feel.
He fucking hates her.
Hates her so goddamn much!
Doesn't change the fact that she is beautiful.
He manages to get closer to her without being seen.
He enjoys this. Enjoys being able to see her, observe her without her critical judging eyes fixing back on him.
The sky starts to darken. A storms coming he knows. Soon the roads will flood with water. People will take cover. He pulls his black hoodie over his head. He recognizes some of the people around. He's done business with many. They nod at him in respect but give him a wide berth. It's clear he's not there today for them. They move back into the shadows like the vermin they are.
His attention goes back to Nemesis.
A weird feeling of guilt comes over him, a moment of conscious. He isn't used to this feeling. It's a rarity. He starts to second guess this decision of his.
Something, instinct he supposes, tells him to abort. He starts to slow his stride when he sees her turn down an alleyway.
He knows the area they are in. She can't. It's not a good one. Thieves, dealers, addicts and worse thrive and die here.
These alleys.
He realizes he's going to have to go after her.
Expose himself.
No choice now.
She'll end up getting her ass handed to her and if anyone is going to hand her ass to her it's going to be him!
It starts to rain
Temper flares inside him and he darts into the darkened alley.
It's empty.
He turns around confused looking up into the fire escapes above.
Where the fuck did she go?
Without warning he is slammed hard into the brick wall across from him. He's able to stop his face from making contact with his right arm. Unfortunately his other is pinned behind his back roughly.
He tries to speak. He's shoved again.
"Stop following me."
It's her.
He's stunned by this turn of events and a smirk crosses his face. One of slight appreciation and simmering anger.
Well isn't this a surprise.