2 Bad And Furious 2

It's okay" a deep voice soothed me calmly, rocking me slightly. I was sobbing quietly now, nuzzling into his chest and thick sweatshirt. It was a guy because no hands this firm belonged to a girl, and who knows strawberries could be this comforting.

Pushing against his chest I stared into his face for the first time. Much too blue icy eyes met mine and caused me to drown in them. It was a still moment alright and having successfully broken free from his gaze, my eyes fell to his shaved stubble where a new scent of vanilla wafted off. His lips were kissable pink and his hair... Oh his hair, how soft and tempting they looked. I suddenly wished to reach out and brush those fine dark locks off his gorgeous eyes.

Oh god, kill me right now.

"Oh my Gosh," an annoyingly high pitched voice broke off our obvious stare battle. Perfectly aware and conscious of myself, I wriggled out of his grasp and stylishly brushed the few teardrops that had gathered away.

"Aden, what happened? " Lisa asked rushing forth and carefully reached out to touch my chin. I whimpered like a deprived puppy and rushed into her arms.

" There now, it's alright" She patted my hair softly. We stayed like that for a moment before I finally let her.

"Oh no Lisa, what would I Do? That's the money I pre-"

"You lost your money? " Again that deep voice asked coming forward. Aware of his aim, I drifted backward, out of his reach.

" I'm sorry I didn't know"

"Of course you didn't. You just knocked me down and it's alright? Couldn't you watch where you're going? Do you think this is your father's place and you can just barge into some random kid and partly contribute to getting his upkeep money stolen? " I know I was whining now but It's his fault I'm in this state right now, though it's my fault also but what's that they say again... Blame it all on the obvious culprit.

" Firstly I wouldn't behave like that if I was in my father's house and secondly it's not our fault this happened" he's right though. The thief had a clean shot alright. Get the hot guy bump on the kid, the kid falls, his bag flys off and goes empty on reaching the floor. Rush forward and take out the paper bag and voila, part ways ruining the kid's month.

"Who are you even? And what's within your statement? This only happened because you let it. You were too busy to watch where you're going" My voice rose and fell. He stared at me calmly like I haven't been rattling at all.

"I'm once again sorry" he stalks off oddly. That's weird. I huff, picking up my now assembled bag. Lisa muttered sorry and escorted me outside.

"Now what do I do? " I asked aloud," And the brute isn't in any way touched. Who the hell is he!!?"

"Who? You mean David Anderson?" My mouth instantly goes dry.