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A not so great first meeting

CHAPTER TWO

Alexa

"You."

The words left the handsome stranger's lips in a cold soft caress, freezing me to the stop.

To put it more clearly, he wasn't so much of a stranger. He was the guy from yesterday.

I didn't know how long we stood there, each staring at the other, or more accurately, one glaring and the other drooling.

It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, days, heck, even centuries, but I didn't care. His good looks were so out of this world, and I was having my fill.

My eyes roamed his face, taking in his sharp jaw, those thick brows, his deep dark brown eyes that almost looked black, and the black studs in his ears. And above all, those full lips that probably kissed any female species to oblivion.

I wanted those lips on mine.

Whoa, Alexa. Where did that come from? I still had a boyfriend, even though I was still Godzilla angry at him. My eyes trailed lower, finding him in an almost similar outfit from last weekend, except his t-shirt was white, and the leather jacket was brown.

Clearly, the guy knew how to dress, and he did it with style. Not only that, but the outfit screamed his whole personality. Dark, brooding and rebellious. I clearly had no doubt a six pack was probably hiding under that crisp white material.

"You spray painted my bike. In pink." The guy said, breaking me out of my admiration. His voice choked on the word pink, and I wanted to smirk. Just like that, I was brought back to reality.

"Yes, I did. What are you gonna do about it?" I replied. Mom was a lawyer, and she once told me that sometimes, if I was ever caught red-handed in a crime, I had to hold my head high, and act like nothing happened.

That advice wasn't something that applied here especially since he was an accidental victim, but there I was, doing it. Hot stranger guy's eyes narrowed on me, before he spoke. "What am I going to do about it?"

He was calm and collected, and if it weren't for the ice in his voice, someone could have guessed we were having a normal conversation.

"Duh. Are you dumb?" I asked, feigning shock. Don't taunt him, Alexa. My conscious was screaming in my head, but I wasn't listening. " There's no need to repeat my question, afterall, I'm the one who asked it in the first place."

A long silence stretched between us, leaving the both of us staring at each other. Tension filled the atmosphere, but neither of us seemed to mind. Hot stranger guy stared at me for a long time, face set in an unreadable mask.

When I was sure I was almost fidgeting at the intensity of his gaze, he finally spoke again.

"Don't give me a reason to turn your words against you, princess."

Princess? He called me princess. Ugh, brain. Is that all you could latch on? Didn't you just notice that he threatened me? Us?

"I'm not afraid of you." I fired back, staring at my nails while feigning nonchalance.

"You should be." His reply was instant.

He walked away, and I called out to him. "Hey, I didn't get to show you to your first class."

"You don't need to."

As if on cue, the bell rang, and the halls were finally filled with students. I looked around again, but the sea of people had already drowned him.

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"You wanna know why I didn't return to class?" I told Stacey, watching as she shoved a forkful of spaghetti rolled around a piece of avocado into her mouth.

"Yeah?" She mumbled, her mouthful, slightly giving me a glimpse of what was inside her mouth.

"Eww, gross. Swallow first, Stacey." I told her, biting into my gluten free lunch.

"Alright. Now tell me. My food's now travelling down my oesophagus." Stacey said, her voice audible now that she had cleared her mouth.

"You remember that guy whose bike we accidentally spray painted?"

"Yes. What about him?" Stacey asked, taking a sip of her water, unfazed.

"He's here. At the same school with us."

Next thing I knew, my face was covered in a spray mixture of water and Stacey's spit.

"WHAT?" Stacey literally shouted, drawing the attention of nearby tables to us.

"Keep it down, you idiot." I whispered,not wanting to let anyone to eavesdrop.

"Spill." She demanded.

I tell her the story, starting at the time I left class, until he had walked out of the office, and I had to show him to his first class. Of course, I left out the embarrassing part where I was drooling over him. Stacey's eyes widened with each sentence that left my mouth, and by the time I was done, her face was mere inches from mine.

"Well, it's a good thing Mrs. Sheffield only asked you to show him to his first class. There's definitely no need to get involved with him. Thank God." She slumped back in her seat.

"Uhhh, actually. About that?" I didn't make eye contact with her.

Stacey bolted upright in her seat. "Is there something you didn't tell me? Something you might have left out, perhaps?"

"I...I k-kinda challenged him?" My reply seemed like a question, since I didn't feel like admitting the truth to her. Stacey could be scary sometimes.

"YOU WHAT??" This time, the words were loud enough to fly across half the lunchroom. It took me a second to realise Stacey was also standing, looming over me.

"Sit down." I whisper-yelled, casting assuring smiles to the lingering gazes of the students that were still staring at us.

"Re-spill. And make sure not to leave anything out." Stacey leveled a stare at me, and I raised my arms in surrender.

I told her everything, only leaving out the part where I was drooling over him. She throws her head back, looking like a mother in agony.

"Why did you have to do that?" She asked after a while.

"I don't know." And it's the truth. I'm not sure I could say why I did what I did. "Anyway, we can just avoid him. Problem solved."

Stacey glared at me. "You can never resist a challenge, Alexa. Let's see how that works for you."

Before I could protest, Devina or Devi as we liked to call her, joined us. She was the third member of our trio, but she wasn't hanging with us that much like before. Anyway, Stacey and I kinda didn't mind.

"What's up you two. Looks like you could use a third member in your conversation."

She was 30 minutes late for lunch, and I noticed that she was kinda breathing a little faster than normal, and her clothes were a little disheveled.

Stacey opened her mouth to reply, but I beat her to it.

"There's this new dress online, and I think it's really awesome. Let me show it to you." I pulled out my phone, and just like that, the conversation changed from hot stranger guy to fashion, shoes and hairstyles.

The rest of the day dragged on, and it was enough to make me slightly forget about the morning's encounter.

The last bell signaled the end of school, and I dragged Stacey through the exit, excited to get home so she could give me a message, or maybe we could do a manicure.

I reached my car in the parking space, and while I was looking for my keys from my purse, I felt like someone was drilling holes in the back of my head.

I turned around, and there he was, hot stranger guy. He was leaning against his bike, one that was currently black. Without taking his eyes off me, he mouthed a single word.

"Soon."

Like a royal sealing an agreement with a royal seal, he tilted his head at me. I tilted mine back with a smirk. I watched as he swung his leg over and got on his bike, before I let myself in my own car.

Well, soon indeed.