OH ALEX…
Very blunt eyes giving me a chill, one eye laced in black mascara rigged to stand out more than the other. Drinking in that hot glare of his wanting him, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up with that prickly feeling going through my body. I want him so bad. Alex, he is like no other with his sexy body calling out to me, begging me to probe him with my fingertips. Every inch of perfect skin, he was perfect. I thought of him a lot every since the first glance in passing. In a white shirt and matching pants he ran past me, his perfect little uniform with his posse dressed the same. It was magic in the making and not a fucking Disney movie either. With the passing days I thought of him more and more wanting him, caressing him, holding him wanting him to give me all that he had. Giving it to me from his every muscle, every crevice from every thought every single desire. I just hungered for him, lusted for his body. Mischievous little grin that he wore so proudly. I had to have him. I must have him.
I felt this way after only our first encounter while I shopped with my mother at the local market, and he passed.
Alex makes a beeline past Isabella and down the nearest isle. A brief nod in her direction but not really making any eye contact before he proceeds. A flood of young men in white shirts and pants come through following the first one. It takes Isabella back to her college days of parties with masquerade, which was before she flunked out. She returns from the thought. The group has already fled, broken down the backdoor and out in the alley. A copper comes in twirling his nightstick. He looks over the shelves then at Isabella and her mother. The copper clears his throat before beginning a string of questions.
"Excuse me madam, did you spot the perps?" asks the copper.
I didn't know for a fact if my mom hadn't seen anything but her hearing wasn't so good. So sometimes when people spoke to her she couldn't hear them. Then there was the problem with her being crazy some kind of chemical imbalance in her brain. Most of the time I never knew what would come from her mouth so I was treading on thin ice.
"Perp?" asks my mom.
"The perpetrator of the crime madam?" He asks.
The copper questions further.
"It appears they kicked the back door in there. Did they threaten or pull a drum and fife?"
Isabella hushes her mom who is no doubt going to give an off the wall response.
"Sir I'm sorry. We're American and we don't really understand your—questions."
"American huh, haha let's have a go then love."
"What?" Isabella almost shouts.
"Never the mind." Says the copper.
He pulls out a pen and scribbles something on a notepad.
"Come on mom." Says Isabella
She squeezes her mothers shoulder to get her moving.
"Does he have more questions?" asks Mom.
"We are done here!" Says Isabella
She makes sure the copper heard her statement as she goes to the counter, anger heavy on her brow. As they check out and leave the store Isabella's mom open a bag of sweets.
"Do you want some?"
She offers the bag while popping some in her mouth.
"I'm fine."
"Are you okay? It seemed like you got upset back there."
"Mom I'm fine."
Isabella spoke with more anger than anything. She watched the cracks in the sidewalk as they went to get a cab. Her mom didn't pry at her when she knew she was angry, that was good. At least she could enjoy the ride in peace. She lived the furthest so her mom was dropped off first. The little cab was driving in a spiral. England had oddly made roads. Isabella shakes her head and her legs brush one of her bags. Only two lonely bags one with milk and the other with a few cans of soup and a box of cereal. She was all alone in a one bedroom flat. Somehow going back didn't seem as lonely as her thoughts find their way back to the devilish Alex.
He passed like something I missed. Like that one chance you get in life, he was my one chance and I missed it. Somehow I had to rectify my mistake I had to meet up with him again. He was a hoodlum of the streets, but in a way I loved him I loved him for being true to his nature being true to what he was. Most call him a monster but everyone couldn't be good it just wasn't possible. There had to be a natural balance of the two. Maybe I was just making all this up to convince myself that it was okay to go after him or maybe there is a deep underlying truth.
We were at the same places at the same time for a solid week. I would see him at the grocer, clubs, even the sweets shop. I loved the times I got to see him, stealing, smashing up property beating patrons. I remember getting such a rush from him. I loved him deeply even though I had never spoken to him. He had to be mine from the first day at the market I knew he had to be mine. I had a plan I set myself up I purposely got in his way. I was making myself known to him. I went to the market on fifth; this was the only one he hadn't hit. He showed up right on time as I went to pick out fruit closer to the door. He and his band robed the store and beat an innocent man who tried to protest.
I was right there as Alex grabbed himself an apple so crisp when he bit down I heard it crunch in his mouth. I don't know how I moved but I was blocking the door now. A commotion started in the back of the store. There must have been an undercover cop in their mist. Alex couldn't see a thing with the shelves that lined the floor blocking the view of the back, but he knew someone was coming. He goes to haul rear out of there though the front and jams his chin into a solid object. Upon pulling back there is a girl with brown hair sitting on the floor in front of him.
He saw me all right he ran smack dead into me. He looked right into my eyes with those blue illusions that he calls eyes.
"Pardon me miss no time to squander." Says Alex.
With a tip of his hat he was gone, followed by his posse like a band of wild houses galloping out the door. I stood there and I watched them so intensely it took me a minute to notice I had been holding my breath.
He noticed me and I was stuck in this moment with him. Robbed and disgruntled people of the market gather together to yell curses at the goons but they were long gone. Beneath the seedy light of the rundown interior of the store a black material stands out. Isabella reaches down slowly and brings up the object closer to the lighting. It's a small black hat, rounded at the top. Isabella tucks the hat under her arm careful so she isn't detected. The leader of the crew must have dropped this when he stopped by the door, or left it on purpose. Either way this was getting interesting.
