Dead End
Chapter 1
I stared. The most beautiful, most perfect, well-built guy was standing right in front of me with a sheepish grin. He was young, about eighteen I'd say, and tall. Not gangly tall though, just strong and tall. Amazingly, his slightly curly blond hair held a red tinge to it that was very strange and unusual. But what stood out most about his face was his startling green eyes which only looked more seductive in comparison to the tan set of his skin. I could have spent a couple hours just gawping at him. It wasn't healthy for a man to look this good. And, I had to admit, he sure stood out in a place where most people looked tired and ragged. I tried to remember what he was asking me but it was hard to concentrate with his twinkling green eyes staring at me.
Are you okay ? he asked in a velvety, concerned voice. Well okay i was weird but did I really look that bad ?
Um yes I'm feeling great thank you ! Sorry with all the noise I didn't hear what you were saying. Could you repeat that please ? I explained which technically wasn't a lie since we were in a train station and noisy, busy-looking people were scurrying this way and that. He looked at me with understanding but slightly confused eyes. Those beautiful green eyes.
Right, um, I was wondering actually if you would like to have some tea with me ? he beckoned. Ughhh typical british thing, 'tea'. But still, why would this gorgeous guy want to have tea with a stranger ? A sudden flashback of my earlier life flashed through my chocolate brown eyes. No, I told myself, It's all over now ! He looked at me, waiting for an answer. I just stared dumbly back until i finally got a grip.
Er… um… well there's this umm… bar right at the corner, I said suspiciously. Whoever he was and no matter how hot he was, there was something fishy about asking a random person to drink tea with you. I twisted my brown wavy haïr with a finger and noticed he didn't have a luggage or a backpack like most of the other people did. Well, then again, neither did I.
What would you like to drink ? he asked as he mentioned me to my seat.
Um I'll just take s-s-some c-coke, thanks, I stuttered. Why was I so nervous ? He looked at me with a disapproving look on his beautiful face. He obviously didn't like non-tea drinkers. Oh well, he'll have to live with it then.
So, obvioulsy, I know you better than you think, he stated carefully. I threw him a murdering glare. Apparently it wasn't all over.
And by the looks of it, I'm not the only one, I think, he continued. Just as he said that, I heard a shout and glass breaking then people screaming and hitting the floor. Of course, I thought angrily, they just couldn't leave me alone ! I sighed and got up, ready – or rather almost ready – to slip back into my past life.
This is my first story so I'm not sure if I'm any good but I'm trying anyways. As you might have noticed, I get inspired by Twilight and Alex Rider (=P).Please review to give me some advice and whether i should keep going. Thx =) NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED!