Why Did The Vampires 💓 Heartbeat?

Chapter 4 Like All The Others

We locked eyes and time stopped!
(Music-The Mighty Bosstones- The Impression That I Get)

Ava's POV **************

Who is that? Gosh he's gorgeous! Oh gosh I'm staring! I can't pull myself away from him. Why can't I stop? He's looking at me with the same wanting in his bright blue eyes. Wait? What? It's like nothing I've ever felt. It's a deep wanting that feels like our souls are calling to each other and, I'm at his mercy. I can feel him pull me toward him and, yet I am frozen in place. I'm still frozen in shock with overwhelming emotions and, a wanting I can't explain. A bead of sweat runs down my cheek, it drips from my chin landing on my shirt. My heart is pounding in my chest. My fingers are itching to touch him.....

Granny has taught me about the generations of strong women in our family. They were all successful in some way; in spite of the men in their lives. I pride myself on attempting to be one of those strong women. I can't let myself be sucked in by this Predator! I will not be his pray! Out of pure stubbornness and sheer will, I force my eyes away from his piercing gaze. 

But, I can't hold out for long. My curiosity gets the better of me and I have to glance up. I can't stop myself. I'm hoping this gorgeous man in not a useless player. He is the first new person in town in years. Please be a nice guy. I silently beg the universe in my mind.

I notice all eyes are on him and he's eating up the attention he's getting. That is such a turn off for me. I don't do fuck boys or girls. I consider myself beyond sexual orientation, Meaning; I'm bisexual and I date the less shallow type. If I had to say what my "type" is, I would say sexy artist. Male, female or race doesn't matter if they can write a poem, sing a song, paint a portrait I'm their puppet and they pull the strings. I'm not sure why they have so much power over me. All I know it they're my weakness. Another reason I don't date. Better safe than sorry.

Now he's letting the girls rub his abs and he's enjoying it! Total strangers touching me would weird me out. I groan in disappointment. Why couldn't the first new guy in town in years be sweet, smart, creative and funny? But NO! I don't want to date a player. I do not want any part of some love triangle cheater bullshit.

What am I thinking? This guy just got into town and, I'm already in a relationship with him in my head. My imagination is running wild again. I push all thoughts of him away nervously running my fingers through my long hair. No one that looks like him would want me. I push those feelings away.

I will always be alone. I've always wanted a family but, no one will ever love me. It's been painful but, I've learned to accept that. My parents teach me that painful lesson every birthday, Christmas, and softball game they don't bother to attend.

My first so called date, scarred me for life and confirmed my suspicions. I will always be alone. It sucks but, that's my reality. My Granny loves me and, I'm fine with that. I will stay with her always. I will get an education and, take care of her like she has taken care of me.

In a small town there's very few options my age for relationships and, most of them have slept together. When you know everyone they have been in a relationship with or had sex with; yuck. You know all the dirty things that should have stayed secrets. In a small town nothing is secret. There is such a thing as knowing too much about someone but, people around here don't see it that way.

Look at all the girls, fighting for his attention and flirting. I don't care, they can have him, I think to myself as he's flirting back. Southern girls are bold and flat out asked him to go home with them, in front of the crowd. They have no shame. I can't watch this shit show and, swim out in the deeper water stretching my muscles.