Kiss With A Fist (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

Kiss With A Fist

Chapter 2

     "Hi Helen!" I greeted the middle-aged blonde as I put my backpack and other stuff in my locker. Helen was the woman in charge of the entire daycare and she was also a single mom, but she was extremely kind and gracious. She was the kind of person I would love to call my mom.

     "Hello Levi, how are you?" she asked with a wide smile.

     "I'm good, you?"

     "Not so good actually. One of my other workers quit, and the only replacement I could find on such short notice was someone who doesn't even want to be here."

     A new worker who didn't want to be here? That was bound to be a spell for disaster. "I think his name was Brian? Or was it Aidan? Maybe it was Ryan?" Helen continued mumbling to herself. As I turned to leave, she called me back. "Wait! Levi, I need you to show the newbie how things work here, and I want you to keep an eye on him. I don't want him to be left alone with the kids no matter what." I nodded, kind of curious about who it could be, and as I turned to leave, I could've sworn that she'd muttered something about not trusting criminals.

     Criminals!? Oh my giddygod, that didn't sound good. What if he tried to hurt me, or even worse, one of the kids? What if he had a knife, or even a gun!? What if he was mentally unstable and killed us all, and then killed himself? My mind short-circuited, and I realized I was getting ahead of myself. I'd definitely watched one too many horror/psycho movies.

     I sighed. I'd soon find out who the mystery man was, and I mean if they were working at a daycare, then whatever they did couldn't be that bad. Right?

     Wrong.

     I seriously had no freaking clue, just what I was getting myself into . . .

-•@•-

     As I was rounding the kids up for snack time, the bell chimed as someone came through the front door. I did a double-take as I noticed the guy who was supposedly a criminal. I mean, this had to be him; he was the only guy who'd shown up all day. I giggled at how NOT dangerous he looked.

     The kid looked like he was a freshman, but he looked like a stereotypical nerd times ten. It was completely unfair of me, but this was just ridiculous. He had /BIG/ round glasses that magnified his squinty blue eyes, his skin was so pale, it was nearly translucent and his face was peppered with pimples and freckles. He was tall and gawky, with skinny limbs, and he walked awkwardly. Needless to say he had braces and wore his crisp polo shirt tucked into his plaid pants.

     But who was I to judge him? I was the one wearing pink plaid short-shorts and had turquoise highlights.

     "I'm Levi, and you are. . .?" I asked extending a hand.

     "Here to pick up my thithter," he lisped in a high, nasal voice.

     Wait. If he wasn't here to work, then who was?

     "Allô!?" yelled out a deep, melodious voice with a slight French accent. Such a sexy voice, I mused. Wonder who it belongs to? Whoever it was would be an amazing singer. . . "Anyone 'ere?!" The voice called out again. "Figures they'd send me 'ere, there isn't anyone 'ere to terrorize. . ." The voice muttered walking towards us.

     I turned around, not sure what to expect, but I was completely speechless when I saw Mr. Criminal. He was the most gorgeous guy I had EVER seen. Including actors, singers and models. Even a girl like me—who didn't give a platypus' poo about looks—would've been blown away.