Chapter 2
Orange You Weird
The crackling behind the bushes gave her away, but the fact that I felt her eyes on me before I even turned around, aroused me on more than it probably should have.
What I wanted to do was scare the living shit out of her, maybe jump out from behind the bushes, arms flailing. Yeah. That would've sent her squealing.
I've seen her before, about a week ago. She didn't know it at the time, but I watched her last Saturday morning, and I was truly fascinated by her. That big floppy orange hat she wore pretty much consumed her entire head. And her clothes were something entirely of their own. Last weekend when I watched her planting flowers in front of her house, she was wearing a white tank top, a pair of very skimpy denim shorts, with tiny rips all over them, and a pair of white Chucks. But what really got me were the bright orange socks she wore that stretched clear up to her knees, and the large orange framed sunglasses that sat awkwardly on the bridge of her small nose.
The girl is a complete enigma, and I'm fully prepared to find out everything about her.
"Do you always hide behind bushes?" I ask, standing in front of her, her face is inches from my feet.
I watch as she slowly brings her head up. It's not as if I don't know that she's the same girl as last week, seeing as though she's wearing that same orange hat on top of her head.
When the girl gets to her feet, she adjusts the hideous hat, and without warning looks me right in the eye.
I'm taken aback. She's gorgeous. I can't help but stare.
"I…um…I…" she sputters out, casting her eyes to the ground, not looking at me anymore, as she shakes her head back and forth. And for a minute a thought crosses my mind.
Great…she's gorgeous, and she's mentally ill.
Just my luck...
Bella, you are one strange cookie...
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