Chanced meeting

Could you meet someone so infuriating(or perhaps infatuating) at the one place where you thought you would always be at peace? Hmmm...if so, how about seeing how Delilah dealt with the boy who always seemed to have a different identity every time they met.

"Can you try not to be so condescending....?" The comment erupted from me without my consent, so in haste I covered my mouth to hush myself. Expecting a lecture about my manners and social skills, he only watched me with a tilted pink head. His hands still cradled in his front jean pockets "Hmm...I don't know if I can, but I'll try...For you." His light pink lips curved into a smile I know would only ever belong to him.

"B-but....I mean, uhhh-'did you think I really meant that?'" Suddenly he lowered his head to my height as his bright eyes bore straight into mine "I hope you didn't, because if so...you'll never be able to get over that boyfriend of yours?" He laughed and raised a hand to my cheek and pinched it softly. Why was I just standing there silent? Was I in shock? Was I caught off guard? No, what did I expect from him? Sympathy, hell no.

"Nope I didn't believe you, but I won't need to get over him...because I'm already soaring right above his sorry ass." Giving a flip of my autumn colored haired to his direction I smiled and walked away from him.

"You know...if we didn't have that contract. I think I would've fallen for you." His voice almost sounded sincere, almost sad. And I think I felt a little sad too.