My Beautiful Mistake

Chapter Three

Our eyes met and I immediately looked down nervously and started biting my lip. His finger ran slowly up and down my arm at my side.

"You're so cute when you're nervous babygirl."

He placed a firm hand under my chin and lifted my head, forcing me to look at him. My body stiffened. This was the first time I've ever been touched by a man in this way. He bent down and I finally found the courage to look straight into his eyes. They were so mesmerizing. Some magical force brought us closer and closer until our lips collided.

That's when I woke up.

Unfortunately.

Wait, where the heck did that come from? I sighed and got up from the couch. I walked into my kitchen and found Evelyn in there already making lunch.

"Bloody hell, did you just wake up?" She shook her head at me in disappointment.

Gosh, she and my brother were so alike. They both did the same things. No wonder he kept her around.

I ignored her comment and pulled out a chair at the dining table.

"Hey, Evelyn? What does it mean if you have been constantly dreaming of someone?" I asked, biting my lip nervously hoping she wouldn't guess what I was talking about. It had been nearly a week and a half since I saw that mysterious stranger at the restaurant and he had been haunting my dreams nonstop since.

She continued to chop up the vegetables she was preparing.

"It depends on the person- is he hot or slightly average?"

Why would that make a difference? But, he was undeniably hot, so maybe she was onto something.

"I guess you could say that he's decently attractive..." I let my voice trail off hoping she wouldn't make a big deal about it.

"Well, in that case, I would think you require a decent f*****g. How long has it been since you had s*x, honey?"

I felt my face turn red and I directed my gaze at my feet. She turned around to look at me and burst out laughing.

"I'm just joking with you honey, but it means that you have a possible interest in him, I guess. If he's 'decently attractive,' I don't see what the problem is."

I shrugged so she continued.

"Oh, is the guy Henry? He's pretty damn sexy if you ask me."

Is she for real? She's dating my brother right now.

"No, I don't think it was the guy you tried to set me up on a blind date with. Maybe it was actually, I really don't know."

"Oh, so a 'decently attractive' stranger who you can't stop dreaming about." she teased and focused her attention solely on me.

Just when you thought her grin in couldn't get any wider, it did. Honestly, if I had seen her smiling that same way when we first met, I would never have agreed to let her stay with me. It was so creepy.

"My darling, I don't know who the man is then, but I wish you the best of luck. Because right now sweetie, it's a crush." She winked at me and turned back around.

She resumed her cooking and I laid my head down on top my arms at the table. Why me? I hadn't seen him since that fateful blind date escapade. What effect was this mysterious, handsome stranger having on me?

I felt a firm hand placed on my shoulder.

"Hey, Matt." I groaned without looking up.

I heard him pull out the chair next to me and sit.

"Brookie, what's wrong?"

There was so much concern in his voice that I had to look up. I felt bad for making him worry unnecessarily.

"Oh its nothin-"

"She has a crush!" Evelyn suddenly squealed.

Ah, how humuliating.

I gave her my meanest glare. All she did was wink at me in reply.

"Who's the guy?" Matt said in his sternest voice.

Great. Now the protective brother mode appears.

"Relax. I'm not. I don't even know the guy, ok?" I assured him.

"Buuuuuuuuuuttttt," Evelyn trailed on in her most annoying voice.

I gave her a look that said, "You need to shut up right now."

She grinned. "She's been having dreams about him."

Greaaaaaat.

You know, I was actually starting to like Evelyn throughout the week. We had some really good bonding experiences. Mainly clothes shopping and ganging up on Matt, but great bonding experiences nontheless. But now, she just went right down in my friendship meter.

"You know what, bye. I've got to go. See ya." I quickly got up and left the room before they could embarrass me any further.

I really need to get out of here and clear my mind.

I rushed out of the apartment without even thinking about grabbing my keys or bag. That's just me being my stupid self. I started walking down the hallway until the bulletin board on the wall to my right caught my eye. It was the rental housing board. Maybe I could find an affordable place for Matt and Evelyn to live in so they could finally move out.

My eyes were focused on the board, but I was still walking down the hall. My body collided with something very hard. I glanced up and gulped.

Not again.

"Why, hello there beautiful."

He was wearing a black hoodie this time and looking like some sort of gangster you'd meet in an alleyway. My eyes trailed up from his attire to his face and then focused on his lips. Those same lips collided with mine in the dream I had earlier.

I realized I was staring again and diverted my gaze to my feet before he noticed.

"P-pardon?" I could barely speak because my mind had turned to mush.

He winked at me. "We've really gotta stop meeting like this."

Gosh, was I nervous by that point. I felt as if I would faint at any second.

"Are you sure you don't need glasses?" he asked, teasingly.

How rude.

I chose to ignore his comment.

"Excuse me?" I finally found the courage to speak.

"Did I stutter" He crossed his arms impatiently.

Were those the same hands that gently touched mine in that dream?

"No, sorry."

His facial expression was unreadable. "Well then, get the f**k out of my way."

What was with the sudden mood change?

I honestly really wanted to talk to him. Considering he'd plagued my mind for nearly a week, the least he could do was carry out a proper conversation with me.

"Just f*****g move aside!" He growled angrily.

I wanted to talk to him so badly. A lie just might work.

"Actually, I'm an RA for this apartment complex. I need to know why you're here." I crossed my arms in a stubborn protest.

"f**k, you're so damn irritating. I came here to see someone, alright."

"Oh," was all I could say.

He probably came to see his girlfriend or something. No matter how much I didn't want to feel this way, I still felt like crying. The worst part was the reason why I was feeling this way was completely irrational.

"Now, move aside." He roughly pushed me aside and continued his way down the hall.

I barely heard him mutter something like "Damn b***h," under his breath as he left.

I stared hopelessly at his back until he rounded a corner. Then, I slid down against the wall until I was sitting on the ground with my knees to my chest. I buried my head on my arms.

A crush. Whoever thought me, Brooklyn Lyles, a girl who had rejected so many men believing that they were all dogs, would have a crush. I had always kept my distance from men, but this stranger had captured me in his web of mystery. Escaping wouldn't be that easy.

God. What was this stranger doing to me?