Jogging. This was something that I could do. Something that made everything melt away. Well, it used to before last Saturday. Before this guy who decided to jog past me one morning. He messed it all up! He messed up my happy morning routine!
He just decided to start jogging on the same path as me and trust me, I could see it in his eyes- I could see it in his bloody idiotic smirk- he was jogging faster than me to SHOW ME UP! He was practically screaming that he was better than me. Or at least, metaphorically screaming.
So, you know how it is. I couldn't just sit by- I mean, jog by- and let this pretentious jerk take pleasure out of my sweaty attempts to look good.
The next morning, I began my day knowing that his presence would demand either much tolerance, or much vengeance. Too bad for him, I was a vengeful woman.
"Where is he?" I whispered to myself while I stretched my legs. I held onto a nearby tree for support and scanned the park with two shadowed blue eyes- but I couldn't see him anywhere. So I began to jog, thinking, I would see him soon enough. I would see him and I would show him who could run faster! Oh yes, he was going to see the power of this young blonde in full!
I continued to jog... and jog... and bloody jog- and he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Damn it! I stopped- and suddenly- got knocked face first into the ground.
"That was clumsy," that stupid guy looked down at me.
"I'm sorry," I stood up quickly, "YOU bumped into ME!" I pointed to my chest and tried to catch my breath. He simply laughed at me and shook his head as he began to walk away.
"Hey!" I shouted and followed him, "Hey, jerk-face, this is no laughing matter! I deserve an apology!" He stopped and turned around. This guy looked me up and down and then crossed his arms over his chest.
"I don't apologise to people. Especially clumsy people, who randomly stop jogging when they're in front of someone, and then yell at them for no reason," He gave me a slightly annoyed look, "and you may call me Matt, not jerk face."
"I
may
call you what
I
like," I spat, "and
I
would like to call you jerk-face!" He grinned at me and then kept walking. He
grinned
at me! Totally inappropriate. So I followed him and spoke very quickly stating all the reasons he was a jerk face:
"Listen here pal- if you think that you've got it all because you moisturise every day and can jog for and hour- then you've got another thing coming!" My ranting went on for a while, I'll admit I had a lot to say, "and just so you know- jogging for the reason of enjoying other people's struggle- that's totally rude!- you're just some self-involved idiot and seriously you should get a life and"-
He held up his hand to quieten me as we reached his car. He then opened the passenger door and said:
"Get in." I looked confused for a moment- I had just screamed abuse at this guy and he was asking me to get into his car. No way! He may have perfect skin and deep brown melty eyes but he was, as I had previously stated, a jerk-face!
"Not a chance." I put a hand on my hip. Matt walked up to me and looked right and close into my eyes, I could feel his breath hot on my face, I could smell the oh-so-heated scent of his aftershave. Jerk-face or not, he was a babe. But of course, that meant nothing to me, I wasn't even attracted to him.
"Not to embarrass you, but do you usually stalk the people you hate so much?" He watched close for a reaction.
"I... I wasn't stalking you." I tried to defend myself, "I mean, I jogged here first! I don't stalk people, or anyone. I mean, any people. That's- I don't do that." I pulled my sleeves down over my hands as a nervous habit and took a step back from him.
"Okay, well do you normally walk around with the people you like to call "jerk-faces" for oh,..." he looked at his watch, "twenty minutes?"
"No. I mean, I was just... trying to explain to you... that you"- he shook his head at me.
"I think," He cut me off, "that you are trying to convince yourself that you don't like me, because the truth is- you find me unbearably attractive and you desperately want me." I gulped at this.
NO! That wasn't true. He was NOT that attractive first of all, and second... well I just didn't think he was hot at all! Nope, no way. But despite this, my cheeks still went red. They do that sometimes. Not because I was embarrassed, but because I was angry at Matt's accusation! Because I was NOT embarrassed!
"Well your wrong." I said firmly, "totally wrong."
"Prove it," He gestured to his car, "seriously, prove me wrong."
Okay, so I got into a strangers car. Although, he wasn't a total stranger, I mean I knew his name and what time his jogged every morning. Really, that's like an acquaintance's first base! I turned to glance at him for a second- he caught me and winked! Oh god, he thought I was checking him out- when really I was just looking at how his face could be so ugly from all the different angles I looked.
"Where are we going?" I demanded to know.
"Right here," he said as he pulled into a driveway, "my home. Now hurry inside, I can't have you moving around as slow as you jog," Matt gave me a teasing glance and then got out of his car. He skipped around to my side in time to help me out of his car. Just to spite me I was sure.
Walking towards his door step, I wished dearly that I could take back everything that had just happened. I wished that I had not spoken to him at all and had just continued on my jog. But it was too late, and now, entering his house, I felt very fearful of what I had done.
"You're thirsty," he stated and walked towards the kitchen. I followed him, and watched closely as he poured me some water, "You're going to drink this and then join me in the lounge room. It's just through that door. I'll wait for you there." With those words he strolled out of there, leaving me unable to respond.
As I finished my water and walked towards where matt had ordered, I noticed a pair of hand cuffs on the bench. Oh god, he was a mad man, wasn't he? I stared at the door handle for a second and then swallowed down the lump in my throat. I knew the truth; I was just a silly young woman who let her emotions lead her towards a crazy man's trap. I stepped back and then clashed with something large!
"Where are you going?" It was Matt. He looked down at me curiously.
"How'd you get...." I started to breath heavily out of fear. Then he pointed to another door that lead to the same room. A look of concern fell across his face for a second, and I wondered why. He probably thought I had noticed the hand cuffs and thought I'd try and escape. Which I would of course, escape. "You know, I just remembered that I"-
"Are you ticklish?" I was caught off guard at this question. Who asks strangers that? That's just weird.