You know that moment when you know you're screwed.This is mine.
The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself.This school has a thing for secrets and I'd like mine to remain just that,secret.
So I didn't want to do anything that put me in the spot light.But the universe was feeling generous.
I was late for class,hungry,on my period and just got dumped.I was basically a walking mess.
I was at my locker, taking my books.I turned a little(alot)too fast and boom.I bumped into Liam Rodgers.
I wasn't actually sure it was him.I've heard alot about him but I didn't know what he actually looked like.Apparently he was one of those you'll know it when you see him guys.And boy did I know it.
The thing is,when I bumped into him my books fell and I knocked him down with them.Yep.
And you're probably thinking just apologize,right
Nope.Instead I said(more like shouted)
Watch where you're going you retard
In my defense,I'm having a bad day.And I didn't know who it was.He stayed on the floor.I looked at him and that's when I knew.
Black muscle tshirt,black jeans,black shoes,jet black hair.He had this tattoo that went from the left side of his neck to his chest.I couldn't tell what it was because of the tshirt.
Even though he was on the floor I could tell he was probably 6'2.He had these hazel eyes and that jawline is ridiculous.
"What did you just say to me"
His voice,man.It was raspy and he had a thick American accent.
I don't know when he got up.He all but dragged me outside.From the hallway to the parking lot,was probably five minutes but it felt like a life time.
Everyone was watching. Aren't they supposed to be in class
When we got outside he let go of my shoulder and got on his bike.Naturally I took a step back until he so gracefully showed me his handgun.
I'm thinking a drive isn't so bad after all