Damaged Goods

Deliliah's POV

I inwardly groan as I hear my alarm clock beeping rapidly. Beep. Beep. The noise only stops when I ungracefully hit the off button, rising from my bed, and stretching before slipping on my comfy slippers. As I walk into the bathroom, I pick out my outfit for the day, deciding on my adorable beige tank top with a golden bow on the strap, ripped jean shorts, leather brown knee-length boots, and a few silver bangles. Suddenly, I hear my phone go off, so I stride back into my room and pick it up, glancing at text from Skylar.

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From: Your best friend in the entire world!
To: Delilah

Hey! Figured you would be up by now! Meet me at the mall?
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From: Delilah
To: Your best friend in the entire world!

Sure! Be there in ten!
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I quickly and nonchalantly jog down my steps, grabbing my car keys before walking outside. I smile when I see my cherry red Prius. I bought this car last year after I had finally saved up enough money, because both Noah and I were tired of him having to drive me everywhere. Obviously, I got it in cherry, red being my favorite color and everything. I actually somehow managed to save enough money for this car with many part time jobs, allowance, etc.

As I step into my car, I start the engine and begin the short drive to the mall. I turn on the radio, humming "Live While Were Young" by One Direction as the first few notes play. They're really big here in Britain since apparently one of them used to live right down the street. I don't know much about them, but Skylar definitely does.

Before I realize it I'm at the mall. I had just pulled into a space when I hear people screaming from the parking lot. Hastily turning my car off, I jump out only to be practically trampled by person not visible from where I am standing. I fall the ground, only to feel the stranger collapse onto me.

"I'm sorry!" He says sounding rushed and worried as he stoically stands up. I half expect him to leave, but as I turn over, I can see him standing above me, holding his hand out to help me.

"Are you okay love?" He asks, pulling his hood that he was wear even lower over his face so that I couldn't see his eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine. Are you?" I ask while brushing myself off, but when I finally look up I'm met with the most enticing blue eyes I've ever laid eyes on. He's intensely staring at me, deeply into thought for a moment until he looks in the other direction, noticing the mob of girls frantically looking for something.

He sweeps his gaze between me and the crowd. "What's your name?"

"I'm Delilah. Delilah Taylor." I say, extending my hand out for him to shake, which he accepts. I'm surprised by the feeling of when our hands touch. Was that...a spark? No. I just met this guy! He probably just had some static or something.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Suits you." He replies smiling at me, making me realize that he looked strangely familiar. Did I know him? I don't think I've seen him around here before.

"Well I should go." He says, again looking in the other direction. "I hope to see you again Delilah. But until then, I must bid you a farewell." He bows dramatically, making me laugh as I playfully curtsied.

"And watch out next time." The mysterious boy says as he hurries off.

Realizing that I was probably standing here a long time, I check my watch panicking when I realize that I'm going to be late! I dash into the food court, bumping, once again, into someone.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" I say standing up to thankfully be face to face with Noah.

"Oh, it's just you...I know I'm late, and I'm sorry, but-" I am cut off as Noah puts his finger on my lips, his polite way of telling me to shut up.

He chuckles, saying, "I was actually looking for you. Skylar couldn't make it, and I'm pretty sure that she was ranting about family stuff? So it's just you and me today!"

Noah's POV

I watched as Delilah rambled on saying, "Oh my gosh I am so sorry! I know I'm late, and I'm sorry, but-"

As much as I loved hearing Delilah ramble, I cut her off by putting my finger onto her lips. "I was actually looking for you. Skylar couldn't make it, and I'm pretty sure she was ranting about family stuff? So it's just you and me today!"

While I was speaking Delilah was actually paying attention to what I was saying, even though I can't say that I'd expect any less from her. Delilah looked so beautiful today, practically glowing in the light that hits her so perfectly.

Delilah makes me feel special, which, in return, is what I try to do for her.

I hold my wrist out for her to take, and she laughs, interlocking our arms as we march to the food court, giggling along the way.

"So are we getting fish and chips or Chinese food?" I ask curiously as Delilah opens her purse, trying to take her wallet out. I stopped her before she could even touch the billfold. "I'm paying."

Delilah pouts, crossing her arms over her chest before stating, "One day I will pay." I give her an innocent look, but I can't stop the thought from passing through my mind: that's never going to happen.

We end up buying fish and chips and sharing it much to my liking, since the portions are enormous. The mall is extremely crowded, but we somehow, after what seemed like forever, managed to find a secluded table. It was by an abandoned hot dog restaurant, which I think closed down awhile back. As we sat down I see that the umbrella reflected the light perfectly, showing Delilah's features. Her soft luscious pink lips. Her enticing hazel orbs. And, her delicate smile that could always brighten a room.

Delilah's looking at her phone, probably at a text message from a friend, as she tries to eat her fish and chips. She doesn't succeed though, some of her sauce rubbing off onto her lip. Typical Delilah.

I chuckle stating, "Delilah, you have something on your lip." as I gesture to her mouth. No matter how many times she seems to try, she misses the spot, so I got out of my seat kneeling in front of her seat tilting her head up so I could see her face. I wipe away the smudge, blushing when I realize how close we are to each other.

"Got it." I whispered so that only she could hear, leaning in so close to her that our faces are only centimeters apart. She almost leans in too until she pushes me a bit, so that I moved away from her as she stood up stoically. I watch her gasp, looking nervous, and ran away with a tear streaming down her cheek.

I groan, throwing my head backwards and running a hand through my hair as I think to myself, "I am an idiot."

Delilah's POV

I run as fast as it's humanly possible to run having tears stream down my face as I once again bump into someone. This time, though, I knock him over and the two of us go flying. We end up lying in the wet grass with me awkwardly on top of him.

It takes me about a minute to process what's going on. The person I knocked over was the guy I saw this morning, except that his hood falls off. Why didn't he want me to see him? He was actually quite attractive, but in a brotherly way.

My eyes widen when I realize who he is as I stutter, "Y-You're..."

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