Page 3 of Heart of Gold
Him.
I squirm away as fast as I can to distance myself from him.
“I’m fine.” I growl, “Just tripping over myself to get away from you?”
His brows twist, and his forefinger turns to his chest, “Me?”
This guy is really fucking weird, honestly.
“Yeah, you know when you were sexually harassing me all of forty five seconds ago?”
He steps back and watches as I cram all of my shit back into my bag.
“I’ve been over here this entire time, are you sure you didn’t hit your head when you fell? Do you want me to walk you to the doctor?”
This fucking guy.
“I’m not sure what type of shit you are trying to pull but honestly just leave me alone, Phoenix. Or whatever your name is.”
The corners of his eyes tilt upward, and his lips break into a huge smile, and I’m seriously contemplating screaming for help.
“I’m Levi.”
The look on my face right now. I swear to God if you could frame it or bottle it up, it could definitely be used in a horror movie. I need to get the hell out of here. This is the type of story you see on the ID Channel. I quickly shoulder my bag and start to back away.
His words stop me in my tracks, “Are you talking about my brother?”
I turn back to him, scanning him from head to toe. He is wearing a completely different outfit from a minute ago.
“You have his face?”
His laugh booms, “Well, technically, he has my face cause I’m older, but only by a few minutes.”
“You’re twins?”
“That’s usually how it works. Two guys. Same birthday. Similar face.”
He flashes his perfect teeth and, suddenly, this one doesn’t seem so bad.
“I think I saw you at the club last night?” He says.
“Yeah,” I cringe, “I don’t really remember.”
He laughs, “Me either but I apologize if you saw me dance. It’s not really my thing.”
“Dancing isn’t really my thing either,” I admit. “Actually anything that requires coordination is hard for me. If it’s not dancing then what is your thing?”
He bobs his head from side to side like he’s thinking, “To be determined.”
I snort a laugh, “Literally, same.”
He offers his elbow, “Wanna go grab a snack?”
I slip my arm through his and walk with him to the snack bar.
“What did my brother say to you? You were pissed.”
I snarl, “Well, first he walked straight up to me and asked me if my boobs were real. Then he started babbling about Phoenix or some shit.”
