Started With A Disaster

2: How to Get Stuck With a Jerk

Wow. That guy's hot.

I know, I know. Hormones.

Geez.

My hero-I mean-'he' was staring at my direction and even from afar I could easily see his well-defined body and long legs. Beyond the dirtied bushes and locks of ruined timbers, I caught his head moving back and forth until it stopped short in my direction. After seeing me, his shoulder straightened, adding up to his already tall height, and took a few steps forward.

He paused.

At first, his body language told me that he was hesitating which made me puzzled-was he hurt somewhere? Then, I'm not sure what happened, he suddenly ran towards me.

Like really ran.

He was so fast that he was in front of me within four seconds, and before I could even fully admire his striking features and toned body, he grabbed my arms-fingers overlapping-and roughly pulled me down with him. I fell into the ground with a very ungraceful 'ow'-him clutching my arms and me fisting his shirt.

The very second, I looked up-even sitting down I came only up to his jaw- and saw his face perfectly.

The first thing that I noticed was his eyes. I am not going to lie here; I have seen hot guys before but this guy? This guy was ridiculously attractive! He had the most gorgeous eyes that I'd ever seen. Dark brown-framed with long lashes, eyes that flashed with intuition every time his gaze toured the surrounding. Up close, his skin was darker than I realized, darker than tanned, the perfect sun-kissed look, I concluded. The way he kept holding me to his chest made me feel warm, not because he was an eye-catching guy, but because no one held me that way before, no one. It was amazing how my initial fear completely vanished replaced with strange enthusiasm. I didn't want to move.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized how creepy I was being. And somehow, I also realized how creepy he was being. Who was this guy anyway? And why was he-

Only then did I finally acknowledge that the boy was not looking at me. He was staring behind my head. That's when the thought struck my head. He was staring at the cracked house that I'd previously kicked.

As soon as the realization dawned on me, my head whipped towards that direction. And suddenly I saw another shocking scene.

The house looked like it was about to collapse-the plaster were peeled off it and red bricks were visible through them. I tried not to imagine another little girl trapped inside it, or maybe this time it was a boy, or an old lady unable to walk...

"C'mon," the hot guy's deep voice commanded as he suddenly stood up and pulled me with him. Why had we sat down in the first place? "Let's get out of here." He said seriously.

I nodded-even though his back was to me-as I followed his heels. His fingers travelled down from my arm to my wrist as he grasped my hand into his large ones and tugged on it. I couldn't help but notice how incredibly warm they were.

I walked beside him quietly as his dark head kept looking left and right. I don't know how long we had been strolling but unexpectedly, we came across other huge buildings with more cracks than the one before. The beautiful boy in front of me suddenly stopped walking.

My face slammed into his back.

"Ow." I rubbed my nose, wincing. He twisted his head and I shot him a glare. "What the hell.. Do you keep a steel plate down there or what?" I muttered. "Ow." I repeated.

He smirked and started walking in another direction.

"What's wrong? Where are we going?" I asked confused.