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2 | I like the socks

I turned to look at the voice, squinting my eyes, trying to make out the face of the guy in the dark. And boy did my eyes widened. DAMN.

I don't know if maybe I am drunk... because holy shit! This guy looks like he came straight out of a Calvin Klein ad. He was wearing a leather jacket but even through the thick material I knew he had the muscles to back up that handsome face.

Speaking of that face...

"A picture lasts longer, sweetheart" he said with a smirk and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"I-uh, sorry" I dropped my head once again on my steering wheel, embarrassed about what just happened. I was openly checking him out! The guy chuckled at my response, and leaned forward on his motorbike casually. Casually, yet he looks like he's modeling for vogue.

"I'm just joking you know" He smiled, dimples showing on both cheeks. Bloody hell, he even had dimples?!

I peeked from the side and saw his smirk growing wide. He was very handsome, and the leather jacket plus motorbike thing is only adding brownie points to his already bad boy charm. He was looking ahead and I can't help myself from admiring the view. From the looks of it, he doesn't seem to be that much older than me, maybe three or five years tops?

I guess I was staring again because he turned to me suddenly, a teasing smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, catch you later" he said winking. Before I could even reply, he was already driving off, a loud purr sounding off from his motorcycle as I watched his back disappear from sight.

"What the hell just happened?" I murmured to myself, before driving off to my destination.

No more distractions I thought. I needed my fix, and going to the two men I knew who'd never hurt me was top priority.


Parking my car, I made sure to roll up the windows and lock the doors. My car is far from being fancy but it was still my baby.

When I got out of the car, I headed towards the building when my phone started buzzing. Answering it without checking, I placed my phone on my ear while I pushed open the doors, a small ring sounding off.



Wincing at the loudness of Hugh's voice, I immediately brought my phone away until I heard him calming down.

"Oh my god Hugh! I'm not at some bar so chill! I'm just buying ben and jerry's okay?" I explained.

Yes, Ben and Jerry, the two guys I know won't ever hurt me. Okay, maybe my weight will be in question, but that's beside the point. I walked towards the frozen aisle and took one cookies and cream cheesecake, one brownie batter, and of course, one chocolate therapy, couldn't forget that one could we?

"Hello? Helloooo? Cami what the fuck are you still there?" I forgot I was still on the line with Hugh, I was kinda preoccupied with my ice cream.

"Yeah sorry, I was choosing flavors..."

Before I could even continue, I saw a mop of dark hair from the other aisle and when he walked over to the cashier I immediately tensed up. It was the hot motorcycle guy from earlier.

I quickly hid behind the shelves hoping he didn't see me. I haven't exactly had the nicest of impressions on him and I wasn't about to let him see me like this. Much less with my fuzzy striped socks!

"Cami? I swear to god if you forget me one more time.." Hugh threatened.

"Sorry!! It's just that this guy I saw earlier is here-" I whispered.

"What guy? Is he hot?" My best friend asked. I rolled my eyes at him but I forgot I was only on my phone.

"Very.." I said unconsciously as I remembered our earlier encounter.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I whispered on the phone "I mean no- yes, ugh I'll talk to you later okay?"

Ending the call, I balanced the tubs of ice cream with my chin as I stayed silent in the corner of the aisle. When I heard the familiar ring of the door's mini bell, I took it as my cue that he already left. Releasing a breath I didn't notice I was holding, I walked towards the cashier and placed my ice cream on the counter.

The cashier was a lanky teenager who eyed me and my three tubs of ice cream. I can feel his judgment radiate off of him but I don't give a damn anymore. He proceeded to scan the items and placed it on a plastic bag.

I paid for it and mumbled a thanks. Pushing the doors open I was instantly greeted by the cold wind. Before I could take another step, a familiar deep voice asked.

"Had a rough day?"

Startled, I let out a small yelp as I almost dropped my precious cargo. I snapped my head towards the voice and it was the same guy I saw from earlier, leaning so nonchalantly on his motorbike, a can of beer in his right hand.

Well there goes my chances of being unseen in all my messy haired, baggy clothed, crazy fuzzy socked glory in front of a hot guy. This isn't really my day.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you again" he said chuckling.

"I'm glad you find me amusing" I said rolling my eyes at him.

"That I do" he said smirking.

"Wait, what?" snapping my direction to him for the second time.

"So, had a rough day?" he said avoiding my question. He was eyeing my tubs of ice cream and I felt my cheeks getting hotter by the second. Why me?

"I could say the same thing about you" I bravely said, raising an eyebrow whilst eyeing his can of beer.

"Touché, sweetheart. Although I think mine wouldn't compare to yours judging by the number of tubs in that bag" he said teasingly.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I remember asking for your opinion" I retorted.

The guy just laughed at me, laughed. Wow, I'm on a roll, I've been making a fool out of myself every time I see him. I thought dejectedly.

"You're feisty, I like you. What's your name?" he asked straightforwardly.

My eyes widened at his statement and my ability to comprehend his words kind of started buffering after the word 'liked'. I must have stared to long because he had that smug look on him again.

"Cami" I answered unsurely. "And you are...?" I trailed.

"You don't know who I am?" he asked, surprised at my question. He was genuinely asking and did not cross as arrogant at all.

"And I'm supposed to know you because...?"

"You really don't know who I am?" he asked as he looked in thought.

"You know, asking it for the second time won't make me suddenly recognize you" I replied.

Should I know this man? I'm trying to rack my brain for clues on where I might have seen him but nothing comes to mind. And maybe the fact that I'm kind of preoccupied with the whole cheating and break up doesn't help my situation at all.

He mumbled something to himself but I couldn't catch anything from what he just said.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I'm Nick" he introduced himself, ignoring my question again. He was looking directly at my face, probably gauging for my reaction.

"Yeah... no, doesn't ring a bell" I concluded. He just smiled and I swear I saw a glint of humor flash by in his eyes.

"Well, it's nice to meet you and all Nick, but I have to go" I said. As much as I would love to stay and chat with a handsome guy such as himself, I had my priorities straight. And it was ice cream.

"Of course, those ice creams won't eat themselves, right sweetheart?" he said as he hopped on his bike and wore his helmet.

"ha ha" grimacing at him as I offered a sarcastic laugh at his remark. I opened the door of my car and leaned inside, placing the bag on the passenger seat. When I looked up, Nick was staring at me seriously. He cleared his throat and the smug smile was back again.

"It's nice to meet you Cami, until next time?" he offered.

"Yeah, sure..." I answered unsurely. Next time? Maybe he only said that to be polite. Yeah, that's it.

Before I even get to close my door, his voice suddenly interrupted.

"By the way" he said.


"I like the socks" he winked as he laughed at my reaction. Closing his helmet shut, he drove away from the parking lot leaving me behind blushing like an idiot.

"Why me?" Face palming myself as I made my way home.
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