The Killer
Chapter Three: Judging People
9:19 pm
The limo ride to the airport is quiet. Styles didn’t say a damn word, it sorta was pissing me off. He probably thinks I’m too much of a girl to be doing this. But fuck him, he don’t know me.
‘’So, Styles.. I’ve heard things about you.’’ I say, trying to break the tension.
‘’Not a surprise, the things are probably true.’’ He says, not looking over at me, just continuing to stare out the tinted window.
‘’Well, I don’t judge until I personally know you, so..’’ I shrug gently to myself.
‘’I judge. Like for instance, I judged you when I saw you.’’ He mumbles.
‘’Surprise, most people do..’’ I say, a little sarcasm at the beginning.
“Hold up, did you say your name is Brooklyn Golden?’’ Harry asks, looking over at me suddenly.
‘’Yeah, what about it?’’ I ask.
‘’You’re dad’s like.. bad ass..’’ Harry laughs lightly.
‘’Yeah, he’s about the highest federal agent in the United States, what does that have to do with me?’’ I say.
‘’You get your bad ass looks from your dad. Like the sunglasses at night shit, I still don’t understand that.’’ He tells me.
‘’It keeps me professional.’’ I smile a little as he smiles back.
We end the conversation in a few laughs and smiles. But then go back to ignoring each other. But out of no where, I find myself speaking up again.
‘’You’re not like I thought you’d be, Styles.’’ I mumble gently.
“Is that a good thing?’’ He asks, looking over at me with those gorgeous emerald green eyes of his.
‘’Yeah..’’ I nod a little at him.
I thought we’d never get to the airport. My eyes hurt, and I was extremely tired. My dad’s private jet, excuse me, I meant my private jet that my dad got for me, is looking more and more comfortable as we get closer to it.
Thanking God once I reach it, I go inside and get situated as Harry follows in behind me and the security guards load our bags in.
Harry sits on the white leather couch. I’m in a chair, staring out a window as we begin to take off.
My entire life was full of jets and planes and going from one place to another just to be safe from the world. My entire life was based on protection and crime and all that federal stuff.
But really, I just wanted to be normal and actually experience regular things like love, and passion, and care..
But I probably won’t any time soon..
The limo ride to the airport is quiet. Styles didn’t say a damn word, it sorta was pissing me off. He probably thinks I’m too much of a girl to be doing this. But fuck him, he don’t know me.
‘’So, Styles.. I’ve heard things about you.’’ I say, trying to break the tension.
‘’Not a surprise, the things are probably true.’’ He says, not looking over at me, just continuing to stare out the tinted window.
‘’Well, I don’t judge until I personally know you, so..’’ I shrug gently to myself.
‘’I judge. Like for instance, I judged you when I saw you.’’ He mumbles.
‘’Surprise, most people do..’’ I say, a little sarcasm at the beginning.
“Hold up, did you say your name is Brooklyn Golden?’’ Harry asks, looking over at me suddenly.
‘’Yeah, what about it?’’ I ask.
‘’You’re dad’s like.. bad ass..’’ Harry laughs lightly.
‘’Yeah, he’s about the highest federal agent in the United States, what does that have to do with me?’’ I say.
‘’You get your bad ass looks from your dad. Like the sunglasses at night shit, I still don’t understand that.’’ He tells me.
‘’It keeps me professional.’’ I smile a little as he smiles back.
We end the conversation in a few laughs and smiles. But then go back to ignoring each other. But out of no where, I find myself speaking up again.
‘’You’re not like I thought you’d be, Styles.’’ I mumble gently.
“Is that a good thing?’’ He asks, looking over at me with those gorgeous emerald green eyes of his.
‘’Yeah..’’ I nod a little at him.
I thought we’d never get to the airport. My eyes hurt, and I was extremely tired. My dad’s private jet, excuse me, I meant my private jet that my dad got for me, is looking more and more comfortable as we get closer to it.
Thanking God once I reach it, I go inside and get situated as Harry follows in behind me and the security guards load our bags in.
Harry sits on the white leather couch. I’m in a chair, staring out a window as we begin to take off.
My entire life was full of jets and planes and going from one place to another just to be safe from the world. My entire life was based on protection and crime and all that federal stuff.
But really, I just wanted to be normal and actually experience regular things like love, and passion, and care..
But I probably won’t any time soon..
Notes
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