He just wants to get in your pants.
So I take in this moment and file it away for a story I can write in my head—a better version that could never actually happen. I convince myself in this moment that even though he looks like an angel, if he likes me (based on the luck I’ve had), then he’s probably a demon and going out with him will be the biggest mistake of my life. He’s probably just some douchebag frat boy who asked me out on a dare and…
“Hey, you still with me?” His melodic voice interrupts me from my thoughts and I snap myself back to reality.
“Kameron, you sound like a really nice guy but…” A brilliant grin spreads across his face and his eyes light up.
“You remembered by name!” He sounds like he just won the prize of a lifetime.
“Guilty,” I say quietly. There’s no sense in trying to hide it now.
“I remember you too, Megan.” He’s standing now and is pretty tall. I’m 5’7” and he’s still at least a half foot taller than me.
“You remembered mine because of this,” I point to my name tag and he shakes his head, looking innocent.
“No. I’ve been replaying our brief encounter every day since I met you.” He says this while his eyes are locked on mine.
“Why?” I ask, my voice small in the large store, even though it’s just the two of us in it. His wide smile that glows like the sun dims and he lets out his a sigh.
“I broke up with my ex-girlfriend three months ago,” he says, his voice wavering. The vulnerability in it catches me off guard, the sadness in it.
“Don’t tell me I look like her?” I half chuckle, praying he says I don’t.
He wants a cheap imitation.
“No, you’re complete opposites, she’s a redhead, short, loud.” He laughs at the last part.
“Anyway…I’m doing this all wrong.” He lets out a laugh and his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. I can tell he’s nervous about talking to me, and it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
“The day I met you was the first time I didn’t think about having to start over without her. I could only think about the girl with those hypnotic eyes that got away.”
This isn’t good. It’s not good at all because in my twenty-two years of life, I’ve said a million no’s, and saying another one should be easy. But today I think my streak is over…and I’m going to tell him yes.
Ian
“Holy shit!” Travis shouts. Boom! The car behind us slams into the back of us so hard I have to brace myself so my head doesn’t hit the dashboard.
“Are you good?” he asks through a groan, holding his head.
“Yeah,” I say, rubbing my elbows that slammed against the dash.
“We’ve got to switch seats, my license is suspended,” he says frantically.
“Switch seats? I’ve had a half a gallon of tequila! I can’t go to jail for a fucking DUI!”
“Fuck!!! I’m going to kick whoever’s ass hit us,” he growls.
“It’s not our fault they hit us from the back. Maybe they’ll let us go without calling the cops,” I tell him, seeing he’s starting to panic.
“Go look at the damage and see who did it. I won’t be able to talk to them without punching them in the face.” He’s gripping the steering wheel for dear life.
I grimace and get out of the car. As hard as we were hit, it wasn’t as much damage as I expected, probably because we’re in a big-ass truck. The car behind us is a black Porsche and it looks like it’s been beat in the front with a sledgehammer.
“A Porsche bro!” Travis squeals, sounding like a little bitch while he’s peering out the window.
“Calm down,” I tell him. He looks like he’s about to shit himself. I head over to the driver’s side of the car and don’t see anyone in it. The driver is slumped down.
“Shit, I think they’re hurt!” I yell to Travis as I jog over to the driver’s side.
“Fuuck!” he shouts. I look through the window. It’s a girl, her long dark hair covering her face. “Wait, she’s moving. Call the ambulance dude!” I start to open the door.
“Are you okay?!” I shout and hear tires screeching. This fucktard is leaving!
“Travis!!” I shout, running after the car as fast as I can before he’s no longer in sight. I’m going to kick his ass! I should have known he was going to bail.
Fuck!
I run back towards the Porsche. Thank God she’s moving! The door opens and she stumbles out, slightly disoriented, but pulling it together.
“Hey, I’m sorry. My friend took off,” I say, out of breath. She moves the hair off of her face and my heart, which was pounding out of fear and anger, starts to pound for an entirely different reason.
This girl looks like she’s straight out of a Maxim magazine.
A tight black halter top holds her tits and showcases her flat, toned stomach. Her jeans look molded to her body and she’s wearing black boots that reach her thighs with a heel she could slit someone’s throat with.
Things just got really fucking interesting.
“What the hell?!” she shouts at me angrily. It catches me off guard.
“You short-stopped and made me slam into you!” she yells, walking towards me with the fury of hell. I expected her voice to be deep and throaty but it’s light and super feminine, and it makes me laugh. She’s completely ridiculous because we didn’t stop short.
“Is this funny to you? Well it won’t be as funny when I call the cops,” she threatens, wobbling back over to her car.
“Wait!” I run back towards her and slide in front of her door. She can’t call the cops. I can’t deal with this shit today, especially in the fucking boonies.
“Just hear me out,” I plead.
She looks up at me as if she’s about to use every piece of profanity she ever learned, but our eyes lock. From far off they looked dark, sultry, and forbidden, with the deep black eyeliner painted across her lids. But up close they’re grey like a storm, wide, almond-shaped, innocent, and almost sad. Not what I pictured them to be. But then her full lips curve into a grin and just like that she’s one of the sexiest girls I’ve ever seen.
If there was ever a girl that looked like trouble, it’s her.
She leans close to me, she smells like vanilla and candy. She’s so close and she lifts her head, and for a moment I feel like the luckiest bastard alive and believe she’s going to kiss me, but her lips move to my ear.
“I bet you’re used to girls doing anything you want them to,” she purrs seductively in my ear. I smile down at her, her pout covered with a deep red lipstick.
“I’m just asking for a favor,” I whisper back, and my eyes follow her long dark hair trailing from her shoulder to between her breasts. I make sure to stop staring at them and she’s grinning at me like she has a secret. I have one for her too. She’s not immune. I’ve got her—she’s quick and feisty with her words but just like most girls, one look at them and a lick of my lips and she’s a Jeanie ready to be commanded…FUCK!!!
She kicked me in the nuts!