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“But… why? You work in a strip club or something? A little young, but I suppose—”
I peered at him closer as he spoke. He was definitely trying too hard to pull off that bad boy look. I mean, a leather jacket AND spikes? Not to mention the very unflattering half-lit cigarette that was dangling from in between his lips. Sure, I despised the cheerleaders and the jocks, but his type was right up there also on my list of losers to stay away from.
“Are you serious?” I cut him off. “What kind of stripper carries around a thick ass textbook on Trigonometry?”
“One who’s trying not to completely disappoint her father?” he teased, batting an eye at me.
I cringed, but let my guard down. Then I remembered that I was no longer covering myself up, and I was completely flashing this stranger standing in front of me. I quickly raced my arms back up, crossing them over my chest. “I have to go.”
“Wait!” He called out to me and grabbed onto one of my arms, catching me off-guard and causing me to drop my books and expose my bare breasts to this strange man once again.
“What the fuck, dude?” I yelled out to him. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I just wanted to know your name.”
“Why?” My face was growing hot with fury, but my heart was also beginning to warm up. For a bad boy, he looked pretty cute when he’s all ashamed and timid.
“Because I think you’re really pretty.” His eyes traveled down to the lower half of my body, and as I caught him staring straight at green and purple polka dots, he said, “Even if youaresporting a Barney-inspired look.”
“If you’re just gonna insult me, I may as well just be on my way. Is that the only reason you stopped me?”
“What? No, I never got a chance to introduce myself. I’m Dawson, by the way.” He extended his hand out, but I refused to do the same.
“Amber,” I answered him, “and I’d shake your hand, under different circumstances.”
“Oh, right. My bad.” He withdrew his hand back and ran a few fingers through his hair. “It’s nice to meet you, Amber. Such a pretty name. Here, take my jacket. It’ll cover you up a bit more.” As I watched him take the leather jacket off his back, I couldn’t help but stare at those delicious biceps that he’d been hiding beneath it.
I grabbed the jacket from him, temporarily placing my textbooks down on the ground and showing my boobs to the whole town, Dawson included, so I could throw it over my shoulders. Luckily, it was long enough to cover even my polka dot butt, and I no longer needed to use Trigonometry as my own personal wardrobe.
“Thanks, you have no idea the day I’ve had.” I thanked him, finally extending my hand for a handshake. “You’re literally a lifesaver.”
“Ha-ha, I can imagine. It’s not every day I see a girl running around in her underwear.” Then he winked. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“My house is only a couple blocks away. If you wanna walk with me, I can give you your jacket back after I put on something decent.” I gestured over to my right, waiting for him to accept the invitation and follow me.
“Nah,” he simply said.
“Nah…? Do you want it back now? But I just—”
He laughed again. “Of course not, silly! I meant ‘nah’ as in, if I take it back now, how else am I going to see you again?”
Clever. I like it, but a bit odd. I’ve never been someone to attract men. Sure, I’d been pretty back in Green Bank, but with a population of under two hundred and most of the girls there dressed in hay and manure, I didn’t have much competition. But here? These Miami supermodels make me look like one of them had just crapped me out after a good night at Taco Bell.
“You mean a date?” I asked him.
I’m not stupid. I knew that’s what he was reaching for, but I was loving the attention, and the more flattery I could get from someone, the better.
“No, I mean I wanna get you all alone in a warehouse so I could put a bullet through your head. Of course, I mean a date!”
That was oddly specific. I wondered if this meeting was even accidental. Maybe he’d been roaming the streets of Miami for weeks, scouting out unsuspecting girls whom he could kidnap and take back to his little dungeon to murder. Maybe I was walking into my own death.
I had half a mind to turn around and run away, taking his jacket with me and putting in a restraining order for the sake of my own life, but then I looked into his eyes, and fuck, I’m such a sucker for those puppy-dog eyes. So, I gave in.
“Fine.” I sighed. “Where’re we going?”
“Tomorrow night at six. We’ll meet again here. It’ll be our special spot.” Then he winked at me and walked away.
I sighed, wrapping the jacket around me so it snugged around my thin frame. I didn’t even notice myself blushing until the heat started emanating from my face. Dawson. Miami might not be so bad after all.
