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Alison Justice never believes that she needs a guy in her life. But like every girl in this world, she had the ideal of the perfect boyfriend in mind. What happens when Alison runs into the ‘perfect boyfriend’? Will he be too good to be true? Does even the most perfect person have flaws? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 25, 2013    Reads: 73    Comments: 14    Likes: 3   


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Chapter 1: Knocked off my feet.

 

You gotta keep movin; don’t let your head fall. Keep your two feet on the ground; he’s ready to tear you apart.” I sang under my breath as I walked down the crowded city street. I looked at all the skyscrapers amazed by how high they go. I wonder what it would be like to free fall from up there. Of course only if I didn’t die, and fall on the pavement like a splattered pancake when it hits the pan on the strove after you throw it in the air.

I buttoned down my flowy tan knee-length jacket up one as a cold breeze blew right threw it. What the? I looked to see the building and sky straight above me. There was pressure on top of me. I saw caramel colored eyes staring into my blue ones. “I’m so-“

“Its fine” I cut this stranger laying on top of me off. I looked at him then the ground and back at him.

“Oh sorry again.” He said quickly getting off me. “Here let me help you up.” He said extending his hand out for me, I took it; sending small sparks up through my arm and down my spine bringing me hastily back to my feet. His caramel eyes showed an apologetic sincere look.

“I’m sorry again.” He said very apologetically.

I giggled “Seriously its fine. No harm no foul.”

“I’m Justin by the way.” He flashed me a million dollar smile.

“Alison”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” Justin flirted.

I snorted at his tempt to flirt with me. That line was as over used as my cousin’s ‘lucky socks’. He swears the socks work, just like any guy will swear to god that that pick up line actually works. “This was ummm interesting, but I gotta go.” I said looking towards Justin after glancing at my watch. I turned on my heels and started to walk towards my original direction.

“Wait!” I felt a hand on my forearm. I turned my body sideways and looked at Justin. “Can I see you again? What’s your phone number?”

I politely smiled at him. “I don’t give out my number to strangers. Sorry.”

He smirked at me “Well technically we’re not strangers. I know your name and you know mine. I think that makes us a little bit more than strangers.”

I chuckled inside at his remark; you could tell that he thought it was a smart one. “True, but I still don’t know anything about you. And I don’t have times to stand here and play the ‘we aren’t really strangers anymore game’ with you. I have some place to be. Now if you would excuse me I should really get going before I’m late.” And before he could get a word out or reach out for me again. I got myself lost in the New York City crowd that was always there. No matter the time or the day. For once I was happy for all these people that I didn’t know.

Who knows, that Justin kid could be one of those people that look young but really be some 40 year old man. Trying to become my boyfriend and then kill everyone I love so he can have me all to himself. I mean did you not watch The Orphan. Those kinds of scenarios are real. They aren’t just imaginary situations that little kids come up with anymore.

“And then he was just laying on top of me. Like kid what the hell are you doing? Get off of me. But no he just laid there!”

“He was admiring your beauty babe.” Kat laughed. I rolled my eyes at her, and took a sip of my caramel latte.

“It’s not funny. When you have a stranger knock you down to the ground and then lay on you. You can tell me about how funny it is and crack jokes about it.”

Kat put her hands up in the surrender pose.

“Light up a bit Ali. It’s not that serious. It’s not like the poor boy asked to meet you again or even for your phone number.” She drank some of her straight black coffee. I stared at her for a second and then looked to the ground. She slammed her mug on the table “He did not!?!” She asked and said at the same time.

“He did. It was astonishing”

“What did you say to him when he asked?” She placed her right hand underneath her cheek, supporting her head sideways.

“Well obviously I said no.” I said with a duh tone.

Kat looked at me in a bored manner, “No you don’t say.” She sneered. “Tell me what and how you exactly reacted? Did you do anything interesting today chick?”

“I’m sorry my life doesn’t entertain you. And my exact reaction was a smile and I don’t give out my number to strangers. Because it was just creepy that he asked, by not only the fact of talking to me for a minute or two but due to the fact that he had knocked me over and then hadn’t even gotten off of me as soon as we were on the ground."

“Soo if he had gotten off you as soon as you all hit the ground, you would have given him your number?” Kat asked confused.

“No would you have?”

“If he was cute.”

“You’re such a freak. And this is all just strange.”

Kat reached over the table and patted my shoulder. “It’s over now. You don’t have to think about it anymore. Not like you’re ever going to run into him again.” I looked at her.

She kept going “I mean there are seven billion people on this planet. The chances of you running into him again, are like my chances of just randomly bumping into Shia Labeouf and him falling deeply in love with me. It’s. Just. Not. Gonna. Happen.” Kat explained. I laughed at her sadness because she knows that she and Shia are never going to fall in love. No matter how much she prayed at night, how many 11:11’s she wished for it.

Letting out a deep breath, I could relax now knowing that I would never have to worry about running into Justin again.

“Speak to the devil lately?” Kat asked referring to the she-devil Sandra Marie which happens to be my step-mom.

“Hell no!”

“She still trying to get you to come back to little Millville, New Jersey and work that tiny shop of hers?”

“Of course, you know she doesn’t want me to chase my dreams of becoming a writer.” I rolled my eyes.

“Just because she never got to chase after her modeling dreams the nerve of that woman.” Kat said annoyed.

“I know she is a real pain. I honestly don’t know what my dad sees in her. Now, back then or for the future. All she does is complain and try to tell stories from her ‘good ole days’ I cannot stand her.”

Kat shook her head as she sipped on her coffee “How’d your dad handle the whole Paul thing?”

I bit the inside of my mouth thinking about the whole Paul and Sandra thing, “Oh you mean the whole thing with Sandra trying to marry me off?”

“Yeah that, how’d it go?”

“It didn’t go anywhere’s I told her to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine, well actually didn’t happen exactly like that. It’s a long story I’ll have to tell you that story a little late. It’ll just piss me off right now.”

Kat’s phone beeped and she picked it up off the table and her eyes scanned the text, her fingers typed on the glass of her phone at the speed of lightning. “What?” I asked. She placed her cup down. “We’re going out tonight, come on lets go.” She said standing up and dragging me out my seat.

“Where are we going exactly?”

“Party… My friend Shae knows some people and there’s supposed to be some big bash tonight. And we are going.” She said as she hailed a taxi.

 





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