A Change Of Heart
Chapter 1 The beginning
I, like most people experience love and loss. And I, like most people meet "the one who got away." The one who we never forget and will love eternally, if you could have that chance to have them, would you take it? To be in love I never really understood the meaning, there's a medical term involving your body releasing gases and of course what I call, "lovey-dovey" version, this is when love struck people begin to compare love to everyday things. For example, a very young man once told me, "Love is like butter and toast, you must spread it around." That must be very little butter, I thought to myself. For I knew for a fact, that there is very little love in the world. What I didn't know is how powerful it really was. 10/18 And yes to all you readers this is one of those girly stories on the pursuit of love…that sounds too girly let's call it the pursuit of happiness like it says in the Bill of Right or something to fill the empty void of my heart, the ying to my yang, the one person in the word to complete me etc. and all that lovey-dovey crap you hear on TV, the internet, nook, iPad, iPod, Tablet, iPhone 1,2,3,4,4s and etc. By the time this gets published IF it gets published you people probably have more fancy gadgets then I could possibly imagine. Anyway…back to the story…
My name is Lexi Goldman, as a child I never really believed in love. My parents got divorce when I was just 3. You see my dad would bring other women to the house and tell me this was one of his "friends." I was 2 and could barely understand and see the world for what it really was; i didn't know any better so I never really thought about it. I was always very fond of my father until one day he went out of the house and just never came back. I could ask my mother but all she would tell me is, "Your father is a very busy man." About a week last my birthday passed, the day after my dad came with a package and a packet. He started walking towards me, where I was sitting on a rug next to the base of the stairs giggling. The moment I saw him I stopped and stared with a blank expression handed me the packet ruffled my hair and said, "Happy late-birthday kiddo," then walk right past me straight to mother sitting in a chair at a small table behind me doing paper work. The smell of alcohol filled my nose, as he walked passed me. I coughed softly for a little bit, stared at him as slammed the packet in front of her sending her papers flying. My mother looked at the paper, him, and then me she said "if this is what you want," clicked her pen and began to sign the papers. Even though I was only 3 I knew my mother to well, she kept a blank expression as she signed the papers, but I knew she badly wanted to cry. I saw a tear roll down her cheek; she sniffed once and managed a small smile. She blamed the sniffs on "the stuffy room," in hope of her husband not noticing her sadness. Sadly, he also knew her too well, he put his hand on her shoulder in a friendly manner and said with a kind smile, "Trust me, it is for the best." She sighed, finished signing the packet and gave him the packet. He gave a sly smile and walked toward me again. He held out his hand, as I was just about to take it my mother picked me up and told him, "She stays with me," in a stern voice, though I could tell that that was all she barely managed to say through the tears in her eyes.
I'm 25 now; I have had only 15 boyfriends in my whole life so far. Heartbreak after heartbreak, sometimes I was dumped and sometimes I was that the one who dumped them. It's the circle of life and the cycle of love and hate.
I was on my way home from work with a fresh cup of hot coffee, when I remembered I left my keys in my office. I turn around to head back when I bump into a nice looking man and drop my coffee on the ground. Thank god it didn't spill on him, I thought. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. Let me help you up," he said as he held out his hand. "Oh…" I managed to mutter as I took his hand. When I got to my feet I managed a smile and said, "Thank you." "No prob," he said with a smile. He looked at the ground; I turn to face in the same direction and noticed what he was staring at, it was the coffee I had just spilled. "Oh! Don't worry I can always get another one," I said. "No, no. It was my fault, at least let me buy you a drink," he offered with a grin. I stuttered, and I was blushing bad I didn't know what to reply and I really wanted to go, but instead of saying yes I said, "No. It's ok you know caffeine is really bad at night." Caffeine is bad at night? What the heck am I thinking? Oh please, please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE, ask me out again. God I beg of you! I thought. Just as I was beginning to lose hope….he laughed. "I'm sorry it's just- you look so desperate," he managed to say through his tears of joy. I was distracted by his face. He so cute when he laughs, I thought. Little did I know a "goo-goo gaga" expression had appeared on my face. It took me 5 seconds so figure out what he just said. But my first instinct was to think, did I look that desperate? (Second)He was actually laughing at me! I was all read with anger. But just as I was about to slap him, he stop laughing and said, "But your cute, so did you wanna get a cup of coffee in the morning?" THANK YOU GOD! I could have done a victory dance right on the spot, but instead…I did something even worse, I said, "YES!" STUPID, STUPID, STUPID! "I mean…..err…I'm not busy so sure." "10/18/11" I said correcting myself. "Heh," he said with a grin, "The Blu Café, 8 am sharp don't be late."
8am sharp… his voice rang threw my head. So here I am 7:59:48 am counting down every second till he gets here…..
8:15:78 WHERE THE HELL IS THAT BASTARD? I sighed deeply. I started to go on my way to my day job as a bill collector. It's not so bad… I thought. My office is just right around the corner anyway. After, making a step in the directing of my work a hand was placed upon my shoulder. I instinctively grabbed it and tried to fling whoever it was over my shoulder. –I grew up with my mom who right after the divorce had her heart heavily guarded. She always told me "Protect yourself…the world is a very dangerous place." So naturally I learned a few moves of self-defense. - Only problem was… the hand gripped me and since I was lighter than the person they tossed me. I braced myself for the impact with the ground but it never came. Before I knew it I was in someone's arms, eyes shut tight, and scared to what will come next.
"It's okay.. No one's gonna hurt you. I'm here," the person said with a caring voice. I instantly knew who it was, it was..! Man I never got his name… Either way he was still mocking me! I quickly abandoned my fear and opened my eyes only to gaze straight into his. His eyes were a deep dark brown like chocolate you could have mistaken them for black eyes. Suddenly he face turned from a playful smile to a confused puppy dog look. "What's wrong?" I said no even daring to ask him to put me down. If it were up to me I'd say like this forever. "You're heavy…" he said. I was ready to slap him, but he was faster than me. He put me down but I still landed on my feet, grabbed the arm and held me close with the other arm around my waist. "Too quick for ya?" He smiled. I growled, "You're late…" "Sorry but I was on a tight schedule…" He noted the anger in my eyes, "But, I'm here now." He turned toward the café. The owner had just turned the sign from open to closed. We heard his watch beep, "I gotta get to work." He tightens his grip around my waist and slowly pulled me closer. Are noses were barely touching now, he smiled and I just stood there stupidly waiting for what to come next. He pressed his lips against mine gently, kissing me was just a second before pulling away and saying, "I hope that makes up for something." 10/19 Then walked off in the opposite direction. My mind was still fuzzy from the kiss. It took me a few minutes to put two and two together and sum up what happened in my head before realizing my wallet was missing. THAT JACKASS! I immediately screamed, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" He looked back, smiled, and then made a run for it with me in pursuit. I ignored the stares from the speculators and bystanders and focused on my prey. Luckily I was fast than him and in really good shape so I don't tire easily and soon caught up to him.
4 streets down and half way across the next I found him nearly passed out panting for his every breath, me not even breaking a sweat. I put my hand out, "My wallet please?" He looked from my hand to my face and then back to my hand he could tell I was dead serious. "Maria de tues santos-" he began before I cut him off. "Excuse me?" He handed me my wallet.
"I thought it was a fair trade a kiss for the wallet-"
"It's gonna take more than that for my money…"
"So you want more?"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MENT!"
He smiled. "That was fun." FUN? WAS THERE SOMETHING MENTALLY WRONG WITH THIS DOUSHE? "See you soon call me 'kay?" he yelled before tunring the corner and walking into an office building. "Bitch," I muttered under my breath. I looked at my watch 9:15:64 am HOLY CRAP IM LATE!
I walked into my office like nothing happened but my assistant knew better, "Coffee?"
"Totally I feel like im gonna pass out."
"Finally, get it on?"
"NO! Crazy sico-"
"Not even half way through-," she said with a voice that almost sounded conserned as if it was about my health
"When's my meeting?" I said changing the subject.
"Right about…OMG NOW!" she screamed in panic, walking me to a filled conference room with papers in my hands, "Remember if you lose your job I do to so go get 'em tiger!"
HELLO DOUSHEBAGS! JK JK I have been working on this story for some time now and I'm still to young to be a write so when I came across this website (THANK YOU ATE ARISSA!) I desided to post it up here... well i will warn you now this is a very girly, romance story..but it might get a little dirty in later chapters :p I hope you like it!