The Rioter

Chapter 4

Jordan

This girl drove me crazy. I'd known her all of five minutes and I've already hit on her. Twice.

I loved the way she cared for me, even though she doesn't even know me. I didn't even know her but I did know, I could be myself around her without fear of being hurt.

She was amazing.

As we walked, in a strange but comfortable silence, to a nearby weather-spoons, I couldn't help but stare. She took all my wildest and hottest dreams and rolled them into one- without even trying. She was just her.

But I knew we could never be together.

That was the damning truth that would ultimately be my unruly demise.
And it stung.
This angel had been presented to me to have but never hold. To punish me. To torture me.

Everything I'd ever wished for was standing mere inches out of my grasp and no matter how hard I try, I would never be able to clasp her hands in mine. She had a boyfriend- she was off limits. Not that she'd want such a low life as me anyway.

"What did you want to drink Jordan?" The silky voice pulled me out of my spiralling sadness.
"I thought this wasn't a date?" I smirked.
"This isn't a date. You can pay next time."
So there was going to be a next time. That thought made my stomach flip.
"Sure sweet cheeks. Assuming that you don't hate me by the end of today's date."
"What drink did you want?" She didn't deny this was a date. That was a good sign. I was winning her over. Not that you should be winning her over Jordan. She has a boyfriend dipshit.
"I'll take a coke thanks." Then I whispered in her ear, dipping my head down towards her neck "and I'll get us a table in a secluded corner..." before walking away to a booth in the back right of the room.

The red leather of the booth was cool against the heat of my body. This was the first time I could properly relax without fear of being caught by the police.
I'd crouched down in the corner of the street to catch my breath before I'd eventually attempt to go home without the police being there. But Evelyn had swooped in and changed my plans. She refused to let me be ignorant and nursed my head wound with her first aid kit. Who even carries one of those? And I'd never felt such kindness in such a small act. This girl was special. I could feel it.

"I hope you wanted ice." Evelyn sat down opposite me. She took off her raincoat to reveal a beautiful holter-neck, sparkly top. She was showing me up in my mud ruined jacket. I couldn't help but stare. "I wasn't sure but I can always get you another."
"Ice is fine." She didn't need to spend extra money for something as dumb as ice. She'll need every penny she can get.
"So. Why are you rioting?"
"Don't you keep up with the news?"
"No. My friend Kayla does though. Sometimes I think she's got a crush on the news reader or something." I chuckled. "Why are you rioting? Surely a handsome man like you has nothing to be angry about."
"Well... everyone needs something- Tell me about your boyfriend."