Chapter Two: Thoughts of A Trapped Mind

Don't look for no worries,

Worries and troubles come around
Yes, I don't look for no worries, people, worries

And troubles come around
The world keeps on turning,

I got to keep my feet on the ground

Nobody saw me cryin' - nobody knows the way I feel
Nobody saw me cryin' - nobody knows the way I feel

-Fleetwood Mac

This guy is really something else.

What could be going through his mind as of now, I can only roll my eyes at the mere thought. Instead of showing him my annoyance, I kindly ask for him to hand me my towel. With that same smirk plastered on his face he nods and walks over to the where I point at. It's now that I take notice of his incredibly nice body.

I try my hardest not to break into a smile, but I blush anyways as I step up from the pool stairs. It shocks me when he walks up to my dripping body and wraps the white fluffy towel around my figure. It's silent for a moment as we stare into each other's eyes. I finally realize that his hands are still placed on the towel around my shoulders.

I don't know what this force is, but at this very moment I want nothing more than to touch his lips with my own. I want to run my hand through his hair and to feel every part of his well-toned body. And I want him to do the same to me. It's a weird feeling, one that I've never gotten before I've gotten to know a guy. I'm not usually this way, I was always taught to be the good girl, to never get involved with boys other than Lucas.

Everyone knows about Luke and I. That we are strictly friends, and nothing more.. Not that I would complain, I mean I love Luke. He is so great to me and I haven't had a better friend. He always finds ways to cheer me up when my parents or anything or anyone else hurts me. We've been friends forever, so we know everything about each other.

But then that's where sometimes I get frustrated. He knows me inside and out. He knows as well as the rest of the town that I'm some rich goody goody who doesn't know the meaning of the words fun and excitement. My life is so plastic, so boring. It feels unreal; like I'm trapped in a glass bottle watching as lives of others pass me by.

So maybe I have all the things a girl could ask for and more. But somehow that just isn't enough. I want more. I want to get out of this glass doll I have become. I feel like nobody here, people know me to well, and they expect me to be all high and mighty just because I'm a high scholar who has her life mapped out for her. I don't want to be predictable anymore. And when I'm not, I don't want people to freak out and judge. I want them to accept me for my own decisions. And not my parents'.

The sad part to all of this, no one has a clue to the way I'm feeling. Not even Lucas. I guess a part of me is scared because I know that they will judge me. So I stay put in this glass bottle that was created for me until I can find a way to break the glass.

I finally muster out a "Thanks," And I gradually step away with a half smile towards the beach chair to gather the rest of my clothes and to slip on my flip-flops. I turn around to find him smirking at me still and I know that his thoughts are going way beyond R ratings. But unlike the other nameless guys that tried this stuff on me, I feel intrigued with this one.

I lick my lips as I slowly walk past him, making sure my leg has a chance to gently rub up next to his. As I walk up to him with an uneasy smile, I try to be sexy and seductive with my leg. I try to scrap past him, let him touch me for a brief moment and then walk away leaving him unsatisfied. However, he doesn't let me leave.

"Wait," he says huskily with his hands gently yet still holding on to my upper arm. I'm caught off guard so my smirk isn't applied on my face. I wait for him to do or say what he needed, but it takes him a while for him to glance back in forth between my eyes until that smirk of his reappears. "You almost forgot this,"

I glance over to see my purse in his hand. A sigh of relief washes over me and I want to hug this guy for reminding me. I take it with ease and look back up at him. It's funny, because I know what he's thinking. I know what he wants. I'm not an idiot, I know guys like him. Most guys like this irritate me and all I want to do is show them a piece of my mind.

But with this lifeguard guy, it's different.

"Thank you," I smile up at him and his hand falls away from my arm.

Instead of being totally repulsed by his foul thoughts and wanting to totally yell in his face to back off, I want him. It surprises me, of how much I want to feel his touch against my skin again, how I want him to want me.

I don't understand why I feel this way. Maybe I'm feed up with being the predictable good girl with so much going for her. Maybe I just want to show it to people that I'm more than who they see me as.

Or maybe I'm just making up excuses. Because this guy is very tempting.

"So, I'll see you around?" I smile up at his question and I take off before giving him my name. I figure he'll like the chase, and it will give us both time to work on our next moves. Because by the looks of it, he isn't done with me yet.

And I am certainly not done with him.

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