Song For Dolores

Chapter 2

My grandma and I were talking about colleges and basically about my future which is really boring when you're thinking about someone that can't just leave your mind. I sometimes take a glance at him. I take one more look at him and that's when I feel a tap on my shoulder which shakes me out of my thoughts. I turn to around to find my mom. "Hey sweetie, help me setup the table?" She ask nicely and I nod my head. I look towards where the handsome man was, but surprisingly he wasn't there. His wife or girlfriend is just standing there talking to some of my dad's friend. I snap out of it and walk towards where my mom was. I watched on how some people left and couldn't stay for dinner. Just wondering where the man I think about ran off to. I really need something to distract my thoughts so I don't feel this way. I only seen him a few times and I'm starting to have a bit of a crush. I don't blame it on him, I'm still a teenager so my hormones are doing some weird stuff.

"Can you go get the plates they are in the top shelf." She expressed. I nod and walk over to the top shelf in the kitchen. I can see it, but just can't reach it as much. I push my body upwards and feel the plates against my fingertips and I push upward even more my skirt feels like it's going up. When I can finally grab the plates I feel as if I exposed my body to everyone. I turn around to see if no one saw my undergarment. I can feel someone's gaze on me as I am pulling down my skirt. I turn my whole body around to see the handsome man I saw at the door holding a glass of small amount of whiskey. Somehow that just got me more attracted to him. He was only wearing his white collared dress shirt with these fancy pants. I can see his muscles on his arm a little through his white shirt. I could just imagine him roaming his hands around my body, is lips on my own and around my body, and the way he would pick me up. I am getting chills as I slowly think about it. I shake my head to delete all those thoughts I had in my mind and stay focused. I grab the plates give him a smile and headed off to the door. I felt a big hand wrapped around my arm. My body was frozen and surprised about the scene that happening, the touch felt so warm and this amazing feeling inside. I turn to face him, I observe his face as I am the painter and he is the model. "Hey your Alexa right?" He startled me by his voice. It was rather deep, but very seductive in his voice. To respond to him I nod my head. In my mind I'm thinking it's rather rude so I reply with," Yeah and who are you?" Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut and not talk much. "I'm your dad's friend David, David Pierce." It feels like I got lost into his eyes and the way his lips move when he talks. I seem to be distracted when he is around. I stare into his eyes with affection and he stares back which kills my insides. "What are the plates for anyways?" I looked from his eyes down to where I was holding the plates. "Oh, my mom asked me to set-up the table, like bringing the plates and stuff like that. Which I'm guessing we are going to eat dinner in a few." I respond to him and give him a small lip smile. He starts to come towards me and he stretch his arms. I wondered, but I thought of something else that I shouldn't be thinking about. Maybe he is going to give me a hug or maybe even pick me up and take me to my room maybe even pick me up to reach his level of his lips. That's until I realize that he is just grabbing the plates to help. Maybe my guessing where a little fictional and unrealistic, sadly. When his finger tip brushed against my skin I felt electric, and alive. He looked over to me to assure that I'm ok with what he's doing. Now that my hands are not suffocated by those plates. I walk over to the dining room where my mom was standing there looking a little disappointed in me. But turned happy with a smile when David walked in. I think its cause he's an adult so she has to be nice to him and give a good impression.

"David, you are such a gentleman for helping Alexa," She says as she is grabbing the plates from both David and I," Thank you for your help you guys can go hang around" I reassured her with a smile. I see David walk off, but I'm guessing he went towards his girlfriend or fiancé, I look around the whole living and spot no one I want to talk to. I go upstairs heading into my room and I look to the right where the guest room since the door is wide open. I see someone unpacking their clothes. I just see manly hands opening the folded shirt. I peek a little more inside and see his back turned to me. He slowly starts taking off his shirt like he is seducing someone. As he puts on his shirt his muscles on the back are noticeable which made my legs turn into spaghetti. I wonder who he is and why he is in there in the first place. I can tell he is really active by the way his body is like. He turned around so quickly I didn't have enough time to hide my face. My face is in shock to find its David. Why would he be in the guest room? I then remember my sister cleaning the guest room for visitors. This can't be it, he was the one, and he is staying with his fiancé in the same roof as me. It gets me just a little jealous and mad.

"Did you hear me? Huh?" I hear his voice just wasn't paying attention since my thoughts have been over running me since I didn't know what was happening. I respond, "Mm I was overthinking something, Can you repeat that?" I ask trying to be as polite as possible. He places his hand on my back which feels like electricity and sparks in my body. My heart races even more when he starts talking. I look at the way his lips move as he is talking, maybe it's just weird obsession, but I just imagine his lips on mine and roaming my body leaving love bites. I snap back to reality when he put me in a corner where no one can see unless you're actually looking for us. I am still confused why he would do this. "Where you looking for something when peeking in my room?" He said out of the blue. I can feel the heat in my face. I wasn't thinking on a response so I stayed quiet. "Answer me goddamn, you child." His words hurt me inside like a punch right in the heart. He doesn't even know who I am and he is acting like I am his worst fear. Somehow his dark, devious voice seems to be going through my mind. I feel like my mind is going crazy. I look the other way where my bedroom is, I can only imagine myself sleeping and getting out of this daydream turning into a nightmare. I was about to speak but I have nothing to say or do or even have anything involved with him. I see it was clearly a mistake. I turn my back to him and head towards where my room was. He grabbed a hold of my wrists which completely shocked me. All of a sudden anger boils through my veins as he is holding my wrists in a really hard grip so hard that I can't even escape. "What the hell do you even want? I barely even know you and you're already treating me like a peasant, just stay away from me and go back to fiancé or girlfriend." I start to add before he even gets a chance to speak, "and maybe I did look at you but you're the stupid one in not closing the DAMN door." I don't see why I am mad at him I barely even know the guy. Once we made eye contact I just stared in his eyes I saw anger and darkness in his eyes. He lets go of my wrists and with that I ran to my room closing the door replaying just what happened turn the door knob and its cold and it feels like cold metal like always. It was only the first day I met the guy and I am boiling with anger on just the thought of him but also have a weird desire for him. I start thinking about him on how sweet he was when he was helping me but then all of a sudden turns into the worst person ever. I replay the sentence in my head when he called me a child. It hurt me inside just thinking about it. I maybe sixteen but I do take responsibilities and act like an adult unlike others I see. I don't change my shirt but rather my skirt which felt very uncomfortable. I look around my clean drawers and find some pajama shorts to wear. As soon as I feel comfortable I lay down on my chilly bed, I know I am the only one that makes it warm no one else does. My mind pops back to David, I can just feel him touching me under the sheets making me have Goosebumps all over. Just by the touch of his hand it can get me on the edge. I ca hear the voices of happy people cheering but unlike me I lost my appetite and don't want to eat anything. The feeling of loneliness is pain but I feel like I might feel this way as long as he is here.