The Return

"Hello beautiful," Paul greeted her.

"Hi Paul," she answered coolly, instantly putting distance between herself and the brute.

"What's wrong? Did I scare you?" Paul asked jeeringly.

"Didn't expect you there is all," Amy answered in a blaze tone. "Just taking a break."

"Well, I guess I'm not surprised by your reaction," Paul smirked, his eyes glinting wickedly. "How come you haven't kissed that geek yet?"

"I kiss my boyfriend when I feel like it Paul, it has nothing to do with you."

"Oh ya, just seems a little weird," she didn't like Paul's tone. "Why are you even with that guy anyway, you're leagues apart."

"That's none of your business, Paul, not everything is about looks despite how much you think so," Amy said coldly. "Now move along before you embarrass yourself further," she tried to push past him but he blocked her way.

He grabbed her wrist, holding her in place. "Maybe you're just waiting for something different," he leaned in close to her ear.

"No thanks, I'm with Ken," she jerked her hand away and stepped aside without another word.

As soon as she cleared the area, she felt his presence leave. But why would he go out of his way to bother her? He made her feel so strange. Like a scared rabbit in front of a predator. He had such imposing size and knew how to invade her space. The experience left her feeling wired but also something else...strange.