He was a bad ass for sure. It wasn't of those things where he
just thought he was a bad ass either. He really was one. He is the one you see
walk down the street and people look down, mothers turn a different way and children
are scolded for looking at him. He wore a black t-shirt and dark washed jeans. He wore biker boots that made a low click sound like steel toed cowboy boots. He held onto a
leather jacket that hung over his shoulder and he had a cigarette hanging loosely out
of the corner of his mouth. His black sunglasses that finished off the cool but
bad ass effect reflected the image before him: me.
He
stopped and took the cigarette out and dropped it to the ground, smashing it
under his boot. He coolly took his sunglasses off and looked me over. He sure
didn't see much and it reflected in his gaze. What was there to see in a short
girl with long, flat, brown hair and plain blue eyes ? Especially wearing a
baggy t-shirt and loose fitting jeans. He raised one golden eyebrow. I was
certainly not the type of girl he’d been hoping to attract.
It didn't matter
though. It didn't matter what he thought he was, who he thought I was, or what
vibe he gave off, I wasn't going to let him intimidate me. I was here for a
reason and by damn he was going to answer me. “Where is Luke Keller?” I said
firmly, hands on my hips.
His
eyebrow went a little higher, but this time he wasn't displaying disappointment
in the way I looked but he was impressed. “And why should I tell you, little
lady?”
I
took a few steps towards him and he took one step back. “Because my brother is
in some serious trouble.” He ran his hand through his golden hair, put his
shades back on, and started walking away from me. “Excuse me, but where do you
think you’re going?”
He
stopped and turned to face me once more, looking at me from underneath his
sunglasses. “You weren't supposed to come here, Lily.”
One
word ran through my head: Luke.
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