How We End

Chapter 2

Chapter 02

God, was he handsome.

My eyes remained fixed on him, taking his appearance in. He had chocolate brown hair which was toppled lazily on his head. The sun subtly struck his face, complementing his skin, which appeared smooth and silky. He also had a very tall and muscular figure.

I ogled at how good he looked as my eyes travelled over his features, before going back up to his face. Although he was undeniably very handsome, his eyes were what intrigued me the most about him. They were ocean blue, a shade of blue that seemed to shimmer without even trying; it was beautiful.

He also just kept staring at me like I just fell down from the sky. He had this look of amusement plastered on his face that made me feel both confident and self-conscious at the same time.

Then, I snapped out of it.

"You moron! You almost just ran me over!" I shouted at him.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." He chuckled humorlessly. "You were the one who barged into the middle of the road like a nut job."

"Oh yeah, I'm the nut job." I said, mostly to myself. "You know what? Fuck you!"

"Oh, fuck me?" He raised his voice, walking over to me. "You should be thanking me that I didn't run you over, you ungrateful bitch!"

"What the hell did you just call me?" I shoved his chest.

"You heard me."

I hit him again.

"What on earth made you run straight into the middle of the road?" He asked me. " I could've killed you."

I picked up the ice cream bag. "It flew into the road."

He stifled a laughter.

"Something funny?" I scowled at him.

"Yes actually, you risked your life for ice cream?"

"Um, it's none of your damn business, it's my life," I told him sternly. "And I really love ice cream."

He gazed at me for a moment, just staring at me like some freak.

"Dean." He offered his hand. "Dean Ryan."

I squinted from the sunlight, hesitating when I shook his hand and said; "Grace. Grace Anderson."

It was only when I heard the aggressive sounds of honks and curses at us that it occurred to me that we were in the middle of the road and making quite a scene.

"Get the fuck out of the road!" I heard someone shout and honk his car.

Although I knew I was wrong, I stuck out my middle finger and stepped out of the road. Dean, on the other hand, got into his car and parked on the side.

I was about walking away when I heard my name being called out.

"Hey! Grace!"

I turned around to see Dean.

"What?" I asked him, my brows furrowed.

"Um, I was wondering if you could um--"

"Grace?" I saw Chris walking over to me.

"Oh, hey Chris." I said. "Can we go now?"

"Grace, you won't believe who I saw toda-" he stopped talking when he noticed Dean. "Who are you?"

"Dean. Nice to meet you." Dean smiled politely.

I saw the interest grow in Chris' eyes. "Nice to meet you too. Are you a friend of Grace?"