Walkin' down the street on my way home from the schoolhouse, I decided to stop by the field of wild flowers on the side of the road. I picked up a lovely daisy, lifting it up to my nose. It smelled devine.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" an almost deep, accented voice asked. I yelped, falling over and landing on my butt. I looked up to see a tall, lean figure smiling deviously and leaning against a pole with his arms crossed over his chest. I got up slowly,
"Who are you?" I asked, eyeing him carefully.
"Jasper. Jasper Whitlock, to be exact", I knew that name.
"Well, Mr. Whitlock, if you don't mind, I was just about to leave", I pushed past him, picking up my book bag. He snickered.
"Well, it looks like you just as well killed this little flower", he acknowledged. I turned around to see him holding up the little daisy I had picked up just moments before, completely flattened.
"Yes, no thanks to you", I pointed out, turning around and continuing to walk down the road. Again, he interupted me, running up beside me.
"Well, aren't you going to at least be polite and say goodbye properly?" he questioned.
"I don't think you deserve that", I countered, continuing on my way without even a glance.
"Wait up!" he continued to follow me.
"What do you want?" I yelled angrily. He backed up a few steps, staring at me surprisingly.
"Woah, calm down. I just wanted to talk", he admitted sheepishly. I unclenched my fists, dropped my bag, and took a few breaths. Once he saw that I was semi-relaxed, he came forward again, slowly but surely. Still cautious, he remained a few feet away.
"So, since I told you my name... What's yours?" he asked.
"Mary-Alice. But I prefer Alice, so don't you dare call me by my real name"
"Yes, ma'am", he joked with a slight laugh, "And how old are you?" he continued with the questions,
"Where do you live?"
"I mean, in town or somewhere else?"
"Oh..." I rolled my eyes, t'sking once he realized that I obviously lived in town. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been going to the schoolhouse I was in only minutes before we met.
"Well, it was the first thing that came to my mind", he tried as an excuse.
"Mhm", I hadn't even realized we had begun walking again. Then I stopped walking. He followed me example,
"Now it's my turn to ask the questions", I decided.
"Shoot", he challenged.
"How old are you?" we continued walking,
"18", I raised an eyebrow, stopping short, then continuing,
"What? Is that too old for you?"
"No. Besides, who ever said it mattered if it was too old for me in the first place? Or that any age mattered at all?" I emphasized, letting him know that nothing was ever going to happen between us. Not that it was ever even a possibility. This boy was no good, and I knew that.
"Oh, I see. So your parents probably told you about guys like me, right?" he questioned.
"It... may have come up in conversation, yes", I admitted, trying to beat around the bush. He stifled a laugh. We continued to walk in silence until he walked in front of me, causing me to stop walking and take a step or two back. It was un-ladylike to stand so close to someone you weren't wed or commited to.
"Meet me here. Tomorrow", he prompted.
"Why should I?"
"Because I know you want to"
"How do you know what I want?"
"Just be here", he demanded. Not in a mean way, but in a way that almost sounded pleading. As if he wanted me to be there.
"Fine. I will", I began walking again when he laughed. I stopped, "What?"
"Wait a minute", he ran up beside me, "You've been a goody two-shoes your whole life"
"Well, I wouldn't-" he stopped me short,
"So you're looking for a little fun, excitement. Maybe get into a little trouble, even"
"That's why you wanted to meet up with me"
"Now you're just insinuating things"
"Oh, I don't think so. I think you just want to break free of your little "cycle". Because you know that's what I'm all about, so now you want to 'tag along' with me. To see what it's like. To-" this time, I cut him short,
"Alright, so you've caught me. So what? I'm entitled to a little fun every now and then"
"Now, that's what I like to hear. See you tomorrow- Mary", he contradicted me before running off the opposite way. I stopped for a while- thinking- then continuing on towards home. My parents were probably worried.