I went down the street in a fast pace.
I was barely watching where I was going, so when I bumped into someone, I was so surprised.
It was a tall boy with midnight blue hair and stunning purple (they're purple aren't they? If not, I'm sorry for the mix up.) eyes. He also was wearing hot pink make up. But over all, he was attractive. Very attractive.That thought made me blush. I cursed myself for even thinking this about a total stranger.
I pulled myself to my feet and offered my hand to him. To my surprise, he actually took it. "Sorry about that." I muttered, looking down. I was so embarrassed! When I finally got the courage to look up, I noticed he was smiling. This provoked a furious blush from me.
His smile truly was amazing. It was warm and forgiving. Handsome, but sly. Like he was planning something. As much as it warmed me, it also scared me.
I took a nervous step away from him. I turned my back to him and was about to make a run for it. Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist. I looked down, and realized it was his hand. This sent warning alarms echoing through my head. I struggled to keep my voice from trembling as I said, "Let go of me."
I thought he would take the hint that I was uncomfortable, but he didn't seem to notice, or care. "No."
he finally answered after an infuriating minute. "Yes!" I shouted, determined to get my way.
He simply shook his stubborn head, and tightened his grip on me. God, that hurts! I tried really hard not to wince, but I couldn't help it. He noticed, but his grip didn't loosen. He grabbed my other wrist, and forced me to look at him. My e/c eyes slowly met his purple ones'.
"Are you going to listen to my request?"
Oh, how I wanted to spit in his face. But that would probably end in my own pain.
"What is your request?" I spat out, as though it were acid.
"Your name." He slowly let go of me. I found myself growing unexplainably angry at him.
"That's all you wanted?! My name?! I would've given it to you without you having to grab me!" He blushed. Then tried to cover it up by repeating himself. "Your name?"
"Y/ n. You?"
"Ryutaro."
I liked it. It suited him. Maybe maybe a little too well.
God! What is wrong with me?! I mentally kicked myself. And now I was blushing.
"You're blushing," he said in a matter of fact monotone.
"So were you a few minutes ago." I pointed out with a satisfied smirk.
He simply raised an eyebrow at me. "So why were you in such a hurry?"
"I had to get home." "Looks like you got a little sidetracked, there, Girlie." He mocked.
I resisted the urge to kick him. Hard."Yeah, 'cause you grabbed me!" He tsked at me twice before answering. "Excuses! Excuses!"
"Don't tsk at me! I tried to get home! I tried to get home, but you grabbed me, remember?!" The memory pulled a blush out of both of us.
"Come on. I'll walk you home."
His words were left in the air as we walked off towards my house.