Things are not always as they seem:chapter 2

As her eye lids fluttered she became aware of a voice. It was very distinct but she didn’t know it. Her vision started to clear and she found herself looking up at a tall, dark stranger. To her surprise the found she was laying across his lap getting now dry blood all over his jeans. She also became aware that although she did not know him he seemed to know her.1

“Katie ? Are you okay ?” he asked looking down at her worry etched on his face.2

“Oh hi? Who are you ? And what happened to me ?” slowly sitting up for fear of feeling dizzy she asked sounding slightly more demanding than she had first intended. 3

“Oh, of course. I’m Josh. You appear to have fainted have you got any idea why ?”he asked getting up taking her hand and helping her up.4

“ Yeah, it’s the blood loss. I’m anaemic so I guess it mad a big difference. I didn’t even notice I was bleeding in the first place I guess I was caught up. So sorry I got you into this I’ll be fine don’t worry about me. I’m just going to head home.” she said taking a shaky step away from him and almost falling down the stairs only to be caught by him once again.5

“I think I should take you home, you lost a lot of blood and are going to be shaky for a while. How were you planning on getting home ?”6

“Erm, I was walking.” she said disentangling myself from him. “ you don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be perfectly fine.”7

“I’m sorry but I am not letting you go home alone. I’ll take you in my car , its just around the corner.” he said taking my hand and almost dragging me around to the car park where he stopped at a black Aston Martin GT.8

“This is your car ?”she asked dumb founded this was not a 17 year olds car. This was not even a 25 year olds car. Unless of course there was some kind of trust fund or inheritance involved which she was her only guess at this point.9

“Erm, well, yeah. I know its extravagant but she’s my baby .” 10

“Okay, she’s beautiful.” she said slipping into the passengers seat making sure not to get blood on the soft white, leather seats. He opened the boot slung his gym bag in and shut it softly. He then strutted around to the drivers side getting in the care without even acknowledging her presences which although she would never admit she resented. 11

“Okay, where to ?” he asked sounding more like a cabby than I think he intended.12

“York road please.” she replied her voice suddenly becoming shy and quite.13

“You live on York road ?” he asked looking over at her, eyes wide with amazement.14

“Yeah, why ?” the confidence returning.15

“I live at the top of that street. That’s kind of amazing or just a total coincidence.” she then immediately realised how she knew him, why she didn’t feel frightened or even slightly threatened by him. She saw him running every Wednesday, when she swam and on Fridays on her way out to parties or wherever her plans took her that night.16

“I knew I’d seen you some where, where are you always going with that gym bag of yours ?” she asked curiously. 17

“Oh, I swim, so there’s a lot of training involved then I also run for cardio and building the leg muscle but now I’m boring your. In a minute I’ll start telling you what I eat every day. “18

“its absolutely fine, I love to swim, I would for a club if I knew I could. I swim every Wednesday but that’s only because I enjoy it, I doubt I would be good enough.” 19

“Well from you shoulders you would be a good swimmer with some practice if your not already.”20

“The shoulders ?” she asked tenderly touching her hand to her shoulders she had never noticed before.21

“Oh right, you have swimmers shoulder - broad, strong, muscle. Are you a cheerleader?”22

“ Yeah how did you know ?” he seemed so mysterious but somehow she felt comfortable speaking to him. It was calm, friendly, relaxed even. Almost like they had known each other our whole lives.23

“Cause your biceps are as hard as a rock, you’ve got a little bit of a turn out but too many muscles for a dancer so gymnast or cheerleader.”24

“Your really smart, intuitive even but you just almost missed your own turning so I wont base my opinion of you on that’s assumption.”25

“Wow, now someone doesn’t want to fit the stereotype. Blonde- yes, gorgeous- yes, muscles and flexibility - yes, thick as two short planks - not in the slightest.”26

“I can’t believe you actually pay attention to those thing. I could have quite easily said you were a mindless, muscled, arrogant guy with only one thing on his mind but I didn’t because I’m nice.”27

“Okay, I’m sorry.” he said as she went to get out of the care he grabbed her wrist quite forcefully, just as though he wanted to talk to her for a second.28

“Katie ?” he asked sceptically as she swung round to face him again “ be careful and take my number and call me if you want to find out about joining the club.” he then handed me a piece of white paper with a number scrawled across it.29

“Thanks, bye.” was all she felt she could offer as way of reply as she was for some reason more tongue tied at this moment than she ever remember being. 30