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My water soaked legs shivered almost violently
"What the hell," I yelled over the roar of the crowd cheered and sang along with Tim Capello. I craned my neck up to look at Mr. Trench coat. He held a plastic 'Coke Cola' cup in his right outstretched hand. The cup was turned upside down. A glint of mischievousness shown through those baby-blue eyes.
"My bad," he said with a wide smirk on his face. He drops the plastic cup like a worthless piece of garbage. He pulls a bunch of napkins out of his pocket and reaches for me. He poured that water on me on PURPOSE. "Let me help you with that."
"Oh no, I'm fine the way I am," I said as I took a step back from him. Cold, ocean air hit my bare arms as I took off my jean jacket. I shivered a little before I soaked up some of the water on my jeans with my jacket. After soaking up some of the ice water, I haphazardly tied the arms of the jacket around my waist. I looked back up at the leather clad guy in front of me and glared. "Why the hell did you do that for?"
"Trying to get your attention, really," he stated simply.
"Well, you got it. What do you want, dude," I snorted. I crossed my arms over my breasts and unconsciously rubbed my arms. Goosebumps already graced my arms and cold shivers marched up and down my spine.
"You wouldn't even begin to think of what I want," he said in a low, husky voice. His eyes dilating as he let them roam over my body. He snapped out of it suddenly, seeing the scowl on my face. He quickly reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a sandal, my light brown leather sandal. The same sandal I lost the other night. He held it over my head by its flimsy leather strap. "You left this at the ball last night, Cinderella,"
"Thank you," I huffed grapping at sandal. He pulls it just out of my reach. Making for the sandal that he held above our heads, I tried to grasp it again standing up on my tip-toes. He again pulls it out of my reach. Every time I would try to grab the sandal, he would pull it away. It was not till the fifth try that the smell of tobacco and something else filled my nose. That 'something else' was a musky small with a light kick of spice. Was he wearing cologne? I suddenly notice that his face was dangerously close to mine and my breasts were completely smashed up against his hard chest.
I jumped back, alarmed. I accidently stumble into a couple of head bangers behind me. They yell cruses at me and immediately push me back into Mr. Trenchcoat. He swiftly catches me. Wrapping his arm around my upper back and pulling me into his chest tightly, smashing my nose into in chest. Holding my nose, I look up at his face and I felt my heart stop. The glare he was giving those head bangers behind me was downright scary, like Friday the 13th scary. Those mischievousness baby-blues turned hard as ice and were pricing out from his lowered brow. With my ear to his chest, I could hear the faint rumbles of a growl. He was scaring me. I could not see the head bangers behind me, but they must have backed off because his growling stopped and he move away from me.
"You're welcome," he says with a large Cheshire cat grin on his face as he looked down at me. His sudden mood shift had completely thrown me. He hands me the sandal as I stare up dumbly at him. I had forgotten the sandal altogether. My mind started racing and my heart was not far behind it. I look from his face to the sandal then back to his face again. I rudely snatch it out of his hand and turn on my heels and started quickly weaving my way through the crowd.
"Do you usually walk away from people who have saved you twice," I heard Mr. Trench coat's voice beside me. I looked over to my right and there he was easily keeping with my stride. I jumped a little, putting a little distance from each other's shoulders.
"Save me? From those creeps last night or tonight? I could have taken them both times," I said with mocked confidence. I was lying through my teeth and the way his smirk got wider he knew I was lying through my teeth.
"Right," he chuckle. His chuckles made shivers up and down my already shivering spine.
"I seriously could have taken them on," I said pathetically. Why am I digging myself into a bigger hole?
"So jumping into my arms like a damsel in distress was how you took them on." The laughter in his voice reach his eyes as he look at me beside him. That's it. I stopped walking and gripped him by the collar of his black muscle shirt. I pull him down to my eye level.
"Look, I was not in the mood to fight last night and I bailed and used you and your friends as an escape. I'm sorry I use you guys that way. Thank you for being there. Also, I so did not jump in your arms like some damsel in distress," I say almost spitting in his face. I made sure there was venom in my voice and I made sure I sounded like a bitch to make sure he would stop following me. I saw a slight shock flash over his face, but as soon it was there it vanished and was replace my another look that I've never seen before. One of pent up hunger and rage, but also with laughter. His baby-blue eyes were somehow turning very light green, almost yellowish. Is that a trick of the light? I move in closer to him to inspect his eyes. He pulled away, blinking those yellow-green eyes away and back to his baby-blues. I let go of his collar and push him away. I started walking quickly again leaving him stand there hopefully perplexed.
I weaved in and out of the crowd making damn sure there was no way he could follow me. I ducked in and out of some of the arcades and shops making my way to the south end of the Boardwalk. I stopped for a second next to the old Ferris wheel. I turned around to look behind me. He was nowhere in sight. He lost me. Or was it I lost him? Whatever. That was close. I sat down on one of the many colorful Boardwalk benches. My legs were killing me. What to do? I could get to beach level and walk the beach to get back t…..
"You're going to tire out much too quickly if you keep running away from me like that," a male husky voice said from over my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turn my head and came face to face with my pursuer. His smirk grew wilder at whatever expression I had on my face. "And I don't want that to happen, not just yet."
"What the fuck? Why are you still following me," I yelled over the roar of the crashing waves and screams of the Sea Swings. He jumped over the bench with a grace that only I knew cats could possess. He sat down next to me and I scooted to the over other side of the bench, trying to get as much space between him and me that was possible.
"David," he said catching me off guard, again. He scooted closer to me.
"What?"
"My name is David. And yours," he said taking his leather glove off and holding his right hand out towards me. His hand look rough and there was dirt under his nails. I hesitated for a minute looking from him to his ungloved hand. Finally, I place my hand in his. His hand was as cold as ice.
"Jamie," I said. I knew I had a confused look on my face.
"Jamie," he repeated my name. The way he said my name for the first time made warmth flood my lower belly. "You live around here, Jamie?"
"Yeah, so," I said defensively. I crossed my arms and leaned back on the bench getting confoundable.
"Really, I have never seen you at the Boardwalk," David said casually. I look away from him and started watching the crowd. Calmness washed over me, getting rid of the uneasiness and panic I had for this dude, this 'David'. I felt so mellow that I did not really second guess my sudden mood change.
"I don't really hang out here. I only pop in Fantasyworld, sometimes," I hear myself say. I sorta felt like I was on autopilot or something. If I didn't know better, I would say I was drugged.
"Here, catch," I hear David say before I see a crushed pack of Malboros fly at me. I caught it with two hands before it hit the ground. I look at the pack a second, studying its shape, then handed it back to him.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't smoke," I say as he slips the pack into his coat pocket. He pulled a match pad from his heavy black jeans pocket. He struck a match and lit the cigarette in silence with a smirk on his face.
We sat in silence, with the screams of people blaring around us. As we sat, I took this time to actual study the man beside me. His blond hair was cut short in front and left long in back in the fashion of the day. Underneath that light scruffy bread, he had a young face. He was no older then Jason. They were probably the same age. The flashy lights of the rides bounced off the rough cut stone of his earring that hung down from his left earlobe. He also wore light leather jacket underneath his trench coat making him look like he was warm. I shivered a little and rapped my arms tighter to around my body. The wind was picking up and it was becoming colder. Just my luck, I'll catch a cold over spring break at the beach. I turn back my attention to the crowd around us. There were a lot of people tonight and the place was jammed pack, but there was no one around our bench. It was like the small area around our bench was cursed or something.
The silence was broken between us by a big, fake sounding yawn from David. I broke out of my trace like state and look to the person beside me. He stretched his arms and leans back, letting his left arm "accidently" rest on my shoulders. My brow line shot up.
"That was such a cliché' move," I say bursting out in giggles. He freezes for a second, then starts to chuckle as he draws me in closer to his body.
"Yes, it was," he said bowing his head down in shame. He looks at me from the corner of his eye as he moves the cig to his lips and breaths it in. His head suddenly shot up, like a dog. He quickly yanks his arm from my shoulder and stands up. With is his back turned toward me he says, "You owe me something."
"I owe you," I say in confusion. He again caught me off guard with his mood swings. I thought for a second remembering something what exactly what I said. "I guess, I do. What do you want?"
"Be at the Merry-go-round an 2 hours after sundown tomorrow," David said quickly and then he was gone. He quickly disappears into the crowd, leaving me in complete confusion. I sat there pondering what just happen and what had happen an hour before. It all was confusing to me. From him being an bad boy asshole by spilling water on me on purpose to my sudden gain of serene calmness to his vanishing act.
I sat there in a daze watching the crowd till I saw something made me do a double take. A new sense of awareness washed over me. I stare as the Stephanie Copper, with her beach blond hair, red high heel shoes and black mini skirt get off the Tsunami ride with a guy. A guy that was totally not my brother. He had black shaggy hair and had his hands all over Copper's boobs. He was tall and had huge muscles, the complete opposite of my bothers boney body. I could see her leaning over and whisper something in his ear. He loops his arm around her waist and squeezes her ass. Gag me with a spoon.
That bitch. That whore. Who the fuck does she think she is to cheat on my brother. No one fucks with my brother accept me. Wait, that came out wrong. I know Jason would never grace the cover of GQ, but he wasn't chopped liver neither. That cunt. Why am I not surprise that she would not cheat o Jason. She did this before on Mark Hamilton in the middle of sophomore year and again on Cesar Romero in the start of junior year. Oh, poor Jason, how am I to break this to him?