A/N: In case it's not obvious, my character has a huge flaw. She's extremely smart but vain, and likes to think only about herself and the things that have happened to her (for now). She does have a very caring side though. You'll probably see that in the next chapter. Also, thanks for the review (wish I had more though).
Chapter Four
It's 5:30 and I'm beat. Rollerblading is a great workout. My legs get their target workout, and my ass won't sag when I'm older.
"Hey Sweetass."
What the fu-
Oh. It's him. The dumbass from earlier today.
"Hey dumbass. What's up?"
He's actually walked up to me now and I'm looking him dead in the eyes. The advantage of wearing blades.
Oh. He's put his arms around my waist and is smiling.
"Just in case you fall over, sweets."
Amazing. The guy can actually create a full sentence.
"Now, why would I be the one to fall over? Isn't that all you're capable of doing?" I ask with a full blown smile as I remove his hands from my waist. Wouldn't be any good to have him think that he can hook up with me that easy.
I watch as he drops his face a little so that his hair hugs his cheekbones and hides his eyes.
"My face is up here," I say as I use a hand to raise his chin.
He looks at me blankly, but grabs a hold of my wrist. Crap. This guy is so freakin intense. Those eyes, those lips…that crappy hair.
"What's with the streaks, pretty boy?"
My wrist starts to burn.
"Ow, dickhead, stop twisting my arm like that. You're giving me a burn."
He lets my wrist go.
"Want to get a drink?"
"Now why would I want to do that? You're not exactly my type."
"So what's your type, sweetass?"
I smile at the nickname he has given me.
"Men who are tall, dark, a total hottie, sometimes a badass, sometimes not…oh and has his own place."
He's smiling as I thought he would.
"You just described me."
I take a glide backward on my blades. Just enough to put me out of arms reach.
"I said a man, not a boy, pretty boy."
With that I turn and glide away. I don't even have to turn around to know that the guy is chasing me. What fun. Wonder how far he'll take it. He can't go as fast as me on blades, I mean come on he just on foot and –
Crap. Grass. The ultimate hitch in the get away plan. I pivot and turn around to face the very angry looking bad boy.
"I've beat up guys for call me less you know," is all he says.
"But you won't hurt a woman right?"
"No. I don't hurt women."
I can't help but smile as he smiles at me.
"I don't see any women around though. All I see is a girl with a tight ass and a mouth that talks too much."
"Bite me. Just cuz you can't handle a feisty gal, doesn't mean I talk too much."
"Drink?"
Games up. "Yeah. A drink sound good, but you're buying. So what's your name?"
"Warren."
"Cailin".
"Unusual name."
"For an unusual gal, don't ya think"
"You always think so highly of yourself?"
"Yeah. Got a problem with that?"
"It's attractive."
I can't help but give the stupid smile/grin. He's saying all the right things now. He – Warren – has stopped being a dumbass and has moved to intriguing badass in mere seconds. Oh the potential.
"So where you taking me, cuz as much as I would love being this tall, I'm not and am wearing my blades."
"There's a coffee parlour around the corner. Can you blade there at a slow pace?"
"Yes. I don't do coffee. The taste is bitter no matter how much sugar I put into it."
"I don't do sugar either, sweetass. The sell really good freshly squeezed lychee juice."
"Lychee juice." I say it as a statement.
"Yeah. It's a type of small fruit that is red and prickly – "
"I know what it is, Warren, I've just never had it by itself before. Usually you mix it with some liquor and pore it over some vanilla ice cream."
"Liquor huh? You a cheap date?"
I laugh. "Yes, I am. Can't really hold my liquor too well. Three shots of liquor and I'm really…relaxed. What about you? You a cheap date?"
"I don't drink, Cailin."
"Why the hell not?"