Chapter 1: Crashing

  ♡ Angela♡

I was running.

Panting heavily.

Sweating profusely.

I heard a few sounds behind me but at that moment, I did not care.

The laces of my sneakers were untied.

And my hair flying in numerous directions.

I wasn't even looking ahead.

That's why I crashed. Hard.

And we both fell down.

"Ouch!" The stranger and I exclaimed at the same time.

I fell on top of him, so as of now my head was buried in his chest. (I knew it was a he because he didn't have boobs, nor did his physique match a girl’s). He was fit. And muscular. And seemed quite tall. But I didn't care about any of that, at the moment, I just cared for the headache I have been granted because of his rock-hard chest. Ow!

"Are you just going to stay here or are you going to move? My back's hurting," I heard a deep, husky voice say.

Dude, stop! I’m having a moment here.

But goodness! I have to admit, his voice sounded so… manly. Deep and husky. And... I melted right there. How could someone have a voice like that? So velvety. I think I already like him and I haven't even seen his face.

I must’ve been lying on him for quite some time, lost in my own world when I felt him shake me.

"Hello? Did you hear me? I said you're hurting me!"

I realized what he was saying and my eyes widened as realization dawned upon me, and I looked up slowly into his'.

Good gracious!

Only one word; hot. Tanned complexion, must've been to a beach recently; messy brown hair that looked like they've been brushed by his hands numerous times; glassy grey eyes, that seemed to hold many secrets, an elegantly straight nose and plump pink lips, hidden under his 5 'o clock shadow stubble, that gave him a manly look. God must’ve spent a lot of time on him. I was instantly intrigued by him. I was talking about his voice, but he was ten times gorgeous, himself. My breath was caught in my throat and I couldn't bring myself to speak anything.

He was also staring at me. As if peeking deep through my soul. He had a dazed expression on his face. My cheeks couldn't help but color at his scrutinizing gaze.

And then... I felt something poking my thigh. It was hard. My eyebrows furrowed and I carefully reached and touched it. And when I did, he jumped, which caused me to fall backwards.

"Ow!" I glared at him rubbing my back, "What the...?"

He stood up and smirked, looking down at me, "What the... what Angel?"

I gaped at him. How did he know my name? My mouth must be open because he commented

on it.

"I know I'm handsome but please close your mouth or you'll catch flies, Buttercup," he smirked.

He freakin' smirked! The audacity.

I scoffed, "Who said I was thinking about you?"

"The way your mouth was opened and the way you were looking at me, tells me much."

"Aren't you so full of yourself?"

"I am?"

In response I just smiled sarcastically and then scoffed. I sat criss-cross applesauce on the road now. And he was towering over me.

"Aww, look who's trying to be smart, good girl!"

In response, I pouted. Yes, that's what I did. Stupid, right? But what was there to say?

"Aww, she's pouting!"

My cheeks were flushed now. TMI (Too much insult). "Are you trying to insult me?!" I snapped, angrily, advancing my glare towards him.

"I'm not trying, Angel."

Fuming, I folded my arms on my chest with my glare intact. "Really because right now, I feel like your face is already insulted and I don't need to insult you more." 

Burn! Take that Mr. Smarty Pants.

Opposing my expectations, he laughed, richly. "I think you're objecting to your own thoughts."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "What thoughts?"

He bent in front of me. NO! Please don't bring your handsome face in front of me! Even though, I'll never tell you that because you just insulted me and also, you'll get an ego boost that I'm not ready to give you that satisfaction. Didn't you think I was good-looking, even once?"

I avoided his intense gaze, "N-no-"

"Liar. Anyways, why don't you stand up?" He was now looking at me, amused.

"Hmpf." was my only reply as I turned my face to the side. "What is it to you? Is the road owned by you?! I've seen many arrogant people like you. And if I had to choose the worst one among you, it would definitely be you! I will not go anywhere whether you want it or not. You can try your best smartypants because I will do what I w--"

He smiled, but suppressed it when I passed him a glare.

"Do you always ramble like this?"

"I was not! I DO NOT ramble! And even if I do, why do you have a problem? Huh?! Did I--"

Before I could complete my sentence, once again, he rudely interrupted me, again.

"You know, a few moments ago, you were running like you were trying to win a marathon and now you're here, sitting, calmly. What's the matter really? Are you running from your home?" he inquired of me, slightly amused and slightly worried. But why?

And then I felt realisation dawn upon me. "Dam*! Sh*t! Fu*k!" I slapped my hand on my forehead, "No, no, no, no!"

"Waoh! Waoh! Waoh! For a good girl, you sure swear a lot!" he exclaimed with his grey eyes wide and an entertaining smile on his lips.

I narrowed my eyes, "Who told you I'm a good girl?"

His smile grew into a smirk, "No need to tell me Angel. I already know."

I scoffed and then gasped, "Oh no! My mom is going to kill me, what time is it?" I asked him, my eyes wide with panic.

He looked at his watch before glancing at me, "Ten minutes before six."

"Nooo... why must this world hate me? I still have to get ready!"

I was moments away from getting a panic attack. I had to reach home by six and right now I don’t even have the groceries. Leave that, I didn’t even make it to the shop! Mom is going to slaughter me and I am going to be dinner tonight. It-it’s all this stranger’s fault, if only he hadn’t been here, we wouldn’t have bumped into each other and I wouldn’t have been late!

"Why? Are you getting married?"

♤ Mason ♤

"Why? Are you getting married?" my heart wanted to burst at the thought. But I don’t know why? She was just a stranger passing by. Soon, we would forget each other and might never see each other again.

"WHAT? No!" she laughed. I was captivated by her mirthful laughter. She was so beautiful. I watched as dimples aligned on both of her slightly chubby cheeks as her rosy red lips curved upwards. Right now, she was looking a bit relieved and less panicked.

"Then, why are you in a hurry?" I questioned, getting myself out of the reverie.

"None of your business big guy. And now I have to go, bye!" she waved her hand, running away, leaving a small smile on my face.

I walked back to our place, with the smile on my lips, intact.

"Woah, dude, what on earth happened today? Haven't seen you smile since Joanna," the smile on my face faded, instantly and my jaw ticked hearing an all too familiar name.

Dylan also realized his mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mason, I forgot."

I just nodded and walked to my room. I don't want to remember her name. She was a real bit¤h! She was a cheater. A liar. A girl who didn't care for anyone but herself. She always thought of her benefit.

And then there's this girl. Angel. I love this name for her. She was just like an angel, sent by God to brighten my day. My foul mood was replaced by a contented one. I felt my lips curl upwards.

She was just so cute and adorable. And when she touched my gun, I jumped so she would not pull it out. That thing is not for an innocent girl like her.

When she lifted her face, I was in trance. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. From her pale, round face to her beautiful figure, she was the epitome of perfection. Her beautiful big orbs, small, adorable nose, cute bow lips; she felt so frail. Like a porcelain doll. I can't seem to forget about her ever since I met her. I don't know if I would ever meet her again but today was the best day of my life. She was like a ray of light in my soulless life. God!

What is happening to me? Why am I thinking such sappy things? I don't know if I'll ever see her again and I'm still thinking about her.

I shook my head. No. I won't be fooled this time. I know. I know it's not for me. It never will be. Love doesn't exist. Not after that. It isn’t in my vocabulary. I don't believe in it. It is not for me.

And as if I came out of a trance, I realized I would never find true love because everybody betrays you. You don't trust people because they don't let you. Nobody is there for you in the time of need. People leave you. Yes. They always leave you.

Just like they left me.

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Bloom M.