"I didn't mean to..."
"Like hell you didn't!"
I always thought that good girls should stay away from bad boys because you will only get hurt in the end. Or as my father would prefer, girls should just stay away from boys in general but we both knew that wasn't going to happen.
He knew she was going the party. It was her best friend's birthday and as he sat on the pristine white couch looking indifferent to his surroundings, his heart stuttered when he saw her. He wasn't waiting for her he told himself just like he wasn't watching her smile. His gut churned and he took another swig of his beer.
Oh she knew he was going to be there and she certainly didn't dress up for him. She wore black faux leather leggings, a cream lace tank, and nude pumps and she knew she looked good. It had nothing to do with him she told herself. Even though she hesitated for a second when she saw him before stepping up and saying hi. And damn it! Knowing her luck he had to have noticed.
Eyes narrowing, he saw through her facade. He knew she hated crowds. She was socially awkward (fucking adorable) even though she was pretty and so sweet it made his teeth hurt. He didn't like sweet things. He didn't like a lot of things. He didn't like beautiful girls with pink hair who made his stomach turn and make him want to punch every guy standing 2 feet next to them.
Be calm. Be cool. He has a girlfriend who is the permanent kind. The kind who is in it for the long run and maybe one day be his wife and I don't have the right to feel an ounce of jealousy because I have a boyfriend. A good man who loves me with all his heart and doesn't cheat which is good enough for her. It's enough right?
Their eyes meet briefly and she sips on her sangria and he finishes his beer. He stands up and his shadow engulfs her short stature. She wonders how unfair it all is and moves closer.
"We really have to stop meeting up like this," she said while grinning and rocking slightly on the balls of her feet.
He closed in on her, till she could feel his body heat and smell his cologne. He smelled like the forest. Clean, simple, and everything she always craved. She closed her eyes because the room was spinning and all she wanted to do was lay her head on his chest and rest.
"You should sit down." His voice rumbled. Deep and manly just like she expected.
Maybe she could blame it on the alcohol later.
"Let's play a game Sasuke."
Author's note:
My goal is to finish this story haha. Anyways this is just the prologue which is why it's so short. I promise the next chapter which I'm half way done with will be a lot longer.
I'm experimenting and practicing my writing skills so please bear with me and all my mistakes. It's been awhile.
Happy Halloween everyone!
