How Much Was Stolen? (Preview)

     The sun would be setting in a few hours, but for now it was the hottest part of the day and being in Texas really didn’t help the rising temperature. You did the best you could to hide in the shade the canopy above the bus stop provided. The pencil skirt you wore only reached slightly above the knee, leaving most of your legs to burn in the blistering heat. A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back into the bench, your eyes wandered around for something to focus on while you waited. Nothing out of the ordinary for a Monday evening. Except for the boy about your age, about eighteen, sitting a seat or so over on the same bench as you. You’d never seen him before, and you’re pretty positive you’d remember seeing someone like him. Most of his face was covered by large pointed shades. Hell, they were so ridiculous they looked straight out of an anime. Wait, you think you might have actually seen an anime where a dude had glasses like that. What was it called again?

     “Kill la Kill…” you mumbled to yourself, completely unaware you just spoke it out loud while staring at the strange male next to you. Well, you were unaware until he turned his head to look at you, an eyebrow cocked.

     Fantastic, now the guy probably thought you were a nut. At least he wasn’t a regular to the stop. If you had to see him five days a week after you whispered what he probably thought was a threat you would seriously consider taking the hour walk home instead.

     Shifting slightly you stole a quick glance at the stranger. Aw man, was he really still looking at you? You felt your face redden as you thought about him. He was pretty handsome. Blond, spiky hair, a strong jaw line, and you’re pretty sure he had fairly broad shoulders and muscular arms.

     “Ma'am?” a deep voice questioned beside you.

     You hesitantly turned to the voice, already knowing it belonged to the male seated next to you. Whoa, wait; was he closer to you now? Before you could reply the back of his hand was on your forehead.

     “Are you feeling well? Your face is really flushed.” he explained, removing his hand after finishing his sentence. “You do seem a bit hot.” he concluded.

     This only made you blush harder, your face heating up even more. You meekly nodded and assured him you were fine. After some back and forth he dropped it. With a mental sigh of relief you took your phone and bus pass out of your purse and put it next to you as you checked the time with your cell. Oh thank Gog the bus should be here soon.

     “By the way,” the blond started and you internally groaned, hoping that this interaction wouldn’t be painfully awkward. “I’m Derrik Drist.” he finished and held out his hand so you could shake it. With a small nod and a slight smile you shook his hand, telling him your name in return.

     In the back of your mind you felt something was off. He seemed even more monotone and stiff. He wasn’t like that before. He had been smooth and you could hear a smidgen of concern in his voice. Was he lying to you about his name? It was possible he really did think you were a crazy killer after you muttered Kill la Kill while looking straight at him. Not like you could blame him for thinking such a thing.

     Your thoughts were interrupted by the bus turning on to the street. Finally the nightmare would be over. The young man next to you stood, but before you could follow suit he had walked right in front of you and bent down so he was eye level with you. Right as you were about to ask if you could help him he kissed you. Shock overtook your confused face, but, well he was a total hottie so you figured you might as well kiss back. Closing your eyes you kissed the blond back with restraint but a hint of passion. Larger hands held yours and a piece of paper was placed in them. And just like that the warm lips against yours were gone. You opened your eyes and saw the bus waiting for you, doors opened. Oh, he must have gotten on the bus already. As you got on you flashed your pass to the driver while scanning the bus for Derrik. What the hell? He wasn’t anywhere in sight. You took a seat and the bus began to move. Remembering the paper in your hand you looked down at it. A number was written on it. As a smile crept onto your face you reached for your purse, only to find you didn’t have it. You quickly looked at the bench, figuring you accidentally left it there. But it too was devoid of your bright pink purse. Then where was it…? Derrik. That son of a bitch had taken your purse while you were distracted by the kiss! A deep frown plastered your face as you tried to decide what to do next.