Art of Opposites

Chapter 5 ~ Handsome Idiots

Picture of the café because I couldn't find anything else>>

"Behave." My mom told me sternly while curling my hair. She had managed to get a last minute summer job at the local hospital. So while she may be helping other people solve their problems through therapy, she was unknowingly creating them for me through a certain dark haired boy.

"I mean it, Venice. Promise me?" I nodded my head and she smiled. "James will be here at 9:00, do you think you can manage half an hour by yourself?"

James Brody was the source of my foul mood. Today was the first day of my mom's new job, and also the first day that he would be 'helping' me. Although I'm not sure what he can actually help me with, he's pretty dense.

"I'll be fine mom," I assure her. Ever since I broke my phone she was adamant on not leaving me alone.

Yeah, turns out tripping and landing on your phone not only hurt, but also shatters iPhone screens.

"Ok," she said hesitantly, "love you." She kissed my head and left, and a second later I heard the garage door slam shut.

I sighed and glanced at the outfit I let my mom pick out for me. There were loose black shorts, with white lace at the bottom. They were cute, but also really short, making my already too long legs seem longer, and I groaned. Why did I do this again? My top consisted of a white tank top, and while it was 80 degrees outside I still found myself getting chilly.

I grabbed a light denim cover up and slipped it over my left arm, but not getting so lucky with my right. I walked downstairs as I twisted this way and that, and when I almost had it the doorbell rang, making me jump.

The sleeve slid off my arm and I growled, striding to the door and throwing it open. James stood there, eyes widening slightly at my appearance.

I didn't blame him. I had half a shirt on, and as his eyes rakes over my legs I blushed, realizing exactly how short my shorts were.

"Um, come in?" I said, biting my lip. He still hadn't said anything and I had no idea what to do.

His signature smirk came back and he pushed past me, heading to the kitchen. "Sure thing!" He called over his shoulder.

I slammed the door and turned around to face him, but his back was to me. He was already going through our fridge, looking for food. Boys.

"You don't have anything good." He whined. He turned around and grabbed my hand, trying to pull me.

"Hey! Stop, what're you doing?" I asked and tried to hit him, but my idiotic cast got in the way. He rolled his eyes like I was stupid.

"We're going to get food." He stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Now I rolled my eyes.

"No way. I don't even have my shirt all the way on." He walked over to me in two large steps. "What're you do-"

"I'm hungry, so I'm helping you..." He cut me off. I opened my mouth to say more but shut it quickly when he grabbed my arm. He pulled the sleeve up and undid the button, slipping it over my cast.

As he pulled it up his finger brushed against my collar bone, and I sucked in a breath. Tingles shot through my body as he let his hand linger, looking up to meet my eyes.

He glanced down to his hand, then back up to my eyes. Suddenly, as if realizing what he was doing he jerked his hand back.

"I'll wait outside." He said quickly, rolling the sleeve up and practically running out the door. I grabbed my purse and shook my head.