You Did This To Me, MEWagler [best classic books txt] 📗

minute to get out of my thoughts to realise he was snickering at me. Snickering?

"What?" I was now completely confused.

"My fault?" He stopped laughing only to become deathly serious.

"It is defiantly your fault Miss Andy. Your ruined one of my favourite and may I add expensive shirt. You almost killed twenty people in the grocery store and now your ruining my dating luck. Your cursed." Yet again I had to pick my jaw up off the ground.

"Cursed?!"

"Yes, I said cursed. You are defiantly cursed and I would be glad if you could stay out of my hair now, it's getting really annoying."

Chris' POV

I watched as her face slowly tint to match her red hair. I've had enough of this. She may be pretty but she's not worth the trouble. Or the drycleaners bill.

"Now Miss, I hope you don't mind if I cut our date short, but I just can't handle the constant feeling that something horrible is going to happen." I was about to get up when she literally blew up. Yelling every word. The whole restaurant watching.

"How dare you say those things!! You know what allow me! I should be going anyways! I wouldn't want to curse someone else now would I?!" She stood up quickly, too quickly. While she stood, her coat caught the corner of our small table and tipped it and my coffee all over my pants. Now I was mad.

"Of course. Of course YOU would!" I stood and tried wiping off my pants. Her demeanour changed to quickly from pissed to shocked than again to worried.

"Im cursed, oh my God he's right." She whispered as she slumped into her chair. I could see the tears brimming her stormy eyes.

"Goodbye Andy." I left money with the waitress that was watching our show and I left her there, crying in her chair.

A few days had passed and I couldn't stop thinking about Andy. I probably shouldn't have been so hard on her. I can say though I was so shocked to see her as my date that I just got pissed over everything that had happened. She made me crazy. I hated it. I still don't know why I went on that date. I hate blind dates. I really must have a bad case of blue balls. God I can get pretty pathetic sometimes.

I was heading out tonight. James had convinced me to go get myself a one nighter. He was right. I needed distraction and one nighter were good for that.

I threw on a green t-shirt and some ripped jeans. Not my usual attire for the day, but I wanted to be comfy tonight and to be honest I didn't care what type of girl I attracted, as long as I attracted someone.

Rush was busy, I had been dancing with a fairly plain girl who seemed sweet enough when someone knocked into me from behind I turned around

"Could you be more bloody careful...... Andy? Of course." I sighed and walked away.

Great.


-Part 3-

Andys POV

He just walked away. I dont really blame him too mich but it hurt. I followed him.

I hated that everywhere I go I seem to literally run onto him. I think he's following me or something! Why the heck did he have to come into my life.

I pushed through the hords of people and tried to get to the bar where I assumed he would be.

A hand gripped my arm tightly and pulled me into something rough.

"Wanna dance with me?" I looked up to see a drunken goon stareing at me like he was hungry. Great.

"No thanks, I'm here with my boy friend." I smiled slightly and tried to pull away. No use. He may be drunk, but he was certainly strong. He tightened his arms around me while I continue to try and wriggle free. I yelled, pushed, did everything. He wouldn't let go.

Does no one see that this brute has me in a death grip and won't let go? I looked up at him stopped squirming and smiled sweetly. At the same time I picked up my foot and kneed him as hard as I could in the ballocks.

In an instent his hands were gripping his babies and I was free to walk away. I grined.

"Thank you for the dance, it was lovely." Laughing loudly I continued walking until I remebered what I was searching for. Chris, my stalker. I stood on my tip toes and searched for some black hair. Being short does have it's disadvantages. I couldn't see anyone. I needed a drink.

I made it to the bar and was about to order my drink when I saw him just standing about twenty feet away. Good, now I can get the last word in and tell him to leave me alone. Even if in the end I really didn't want him too?Its just cause he is smoking hot that's why, I don't even know the guy.

Approaching him from behind I reached my fist up to drum lightly on his shoulder, almost as if I was knocking on a door. He might as well as been a door with how tall and broad he is. He must be about 6'3" while I'm a measley 5'4".

While my fist was still raise in the air he whipped his head around causing his jaw to collied with my hand. Holy crap it hurt I think his face broke my hand.

Oh God. I punched him in the face. I could only stand there shocked while he rubbed his jaw. Shit. He glared at me, eyes that were once as clear as a diamond were now clouded with anger.

"YOU! I should have known! What the hell is your problem! You seem to follow me everywhere and cause havok whereever you are!" He continued to glare at me. Mouth slightly open I steped forward to apologise. While doing so I stomped down on his foot by acident. Yah, go Andy. Prove to him he is right. Great.

He started screaming and yelling at me. Telling me I was dammed and to stay away from him.

Dammed!? How dare he. You know I was sorry but now I'm just freaking upset! It's not like I meant to hurt him and now all he is doing is yelling at me!

"It's your fault anyways!" I screamed back. He looked shocked for a split second than angerier than ever.

"My fault?!"

"Yea! It's not like I try to hurt you! You bumped into me and spilled my drink! You tripped over the apples by yourself! And you turned into my fist! I'm not trying to do anything to you! I don't even ever want to have to see you! You make me miserable!" I started to tear up. This guy just makes me feel horrible. Am I really cursed? I give up.

"Your everwhere I turn just leave me alone, please." I was almost whispering now as the tears started to flow freely down my cheeks. While listening to the music pumping and booming on I started to silently sob. I was cursed. I looked up from hooded eye lashes to say sorry before leaving, maybe it was all my fault.

Chris POV

She shocked me, stunned me by making those stormy eyes leak tears on my account. They looked like clouds that were despertly trying to snow. It hurt to see her like that. I didn't care why it hurt me, I just hated that it did. All this girl has done since meeting me is tourchure me in more ways than one. Physically it had taken a huge toll on me and sexually I couldn't get her out my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I would picture her tiny figure with the slight curves, her grey never ending saucer plates that she called eyes, her slightly tinted swollen lips and her long wavy hair. I hated her for tourchuring me everyway possible, but I couldn't let her cry.

I stepped forward and wrapped her petite figure into my arms, moulding her perfectly into me. It was odd how right this felt

"I'm sorry. We meet under the weirdest circumstances and always seem to screw it up," I chuckeled slightly, "you always seem to cause harm to me. Like I said I'm sorry so please don't cry." I regretfully pulled my lips away from her ear and slowly pulled my arms away from her. I turned to walk away before I said something I would regret again. I may not like her but I deffiantly didn't want to see that pretty face cry.

Andy's POV

He let go and turned to leave.

"Wait," he turned back, "dance with me?" He looked unsure so I continued trying to make him smile.

"I promise I won't step on your toes! Again..." That did it, he smiled and nodded slightly. Truthfully though I just wanted to feel his arms around me again. It had felt perfect, so safe.

We walked to the dance floor and ignored the fast tempo of the music and set our own pace. His long arms wrapped around my waist, he felt unsure, maybe worried. I twisted my arms up around his neck and layed my head on his hard chest.

His beating heart set the tempo for my dance. It calmed my soul and for once I felt relaxed. All too soon we slowed to a stop. His bright green eyes shone with a certian intensity that made me want to run, but at the same time cling to him tighter.

"Thank you." He choked out.

"Um ya, no problem. I geuss I should, we should. I um." I couldn't seem to put together a proper sentance.

"I should go," he smiled, "it was nice meeting you properlly Andy. Goodbye."

I let my jaw drop as I watched him walk away, past the bar to the otherside of the room and out the door.

"Bye" I whispered mainly to myself.


-Part 4-

I had been sitting in Rush for what must have been hours. I was so aborbed in my thoughts about the night that I barely noticed Mike getting into the seat beside me.

"Andy, let me walk you home. You look a little out of it." I simply nodded and proceded to let Mike lead me through the club and towards my buildings front door.

"Look there's been something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but with how you are now you look like you need sleep. Can we have coffee tomorrow?" Again I just nodded.

"Good, I'll text you in the morning. Good night." Mike leaned in and kissed my cheek than ushered me through the door.

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I don't even remember getting into my aparentment let alone changing and getting into bed, but here I was and I felt deader than a doornail. Not to mention my breath stank! I ran and brushed my teeth and hopped back into the warmth of my bed.

I grabbed my phone. One in the afternoon already. I also had three texts, all from Mike.