Can you see me

Starting on wrong foot

Tristyn Moore’s way, the boy said it so confidently as if he was Garrett Hedland and that his sexy rogue look would just melt her heart away. Well he might be better but she was not ready to accept that. She hit her opponent a little too hard, as she picked her up over her shoulder and slammed her down on the mat.

“What the hell Haywell?”The opponent grumbled as her shoulder hit the mat.

“Sorry.” Iorwen grumbled.

She was letting out her frustration on the first person she got her hands on. Her opponent left her grumbling something angrily.

“It is suppose to be self defence Iorwen.” Her instructor Janet came up slightly smiling.

 “I know, It’s just that I am in bad mood today.” She said wiping sweat from her forehead.

“Just today, are you sure?” Janet said questioning innocently.

Iorwen laughed a bit.

“Let’s give it a rest today.” She said and Iorwen shook her head in a no.

“Let me do this, it helps me calm down.” She requested and Janet shrugged allowing her do as she wished.

“Iorwen Haywell, beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Tristyn said leaning against the wall behind her.

“That is the most clichéd line in the history of clichés.” She said not looking at him lest she might be distracted.

“It’s true nevertheless.” He said casually.

She practiced some air kicks, back kicks, punches and then started hitting the punch bag all this while ignoring Tristyn.

“You are ignoring me, that is a good sign. That means looking at me works as distraction and you feel conflicted.” He said after a while of silence.

He was stunned at the girl; she was a typical case of tomboy. She was not soft, not girly, and not delicate. She was the weird kind to give her jacket to her friend in winter night instead of asking one from anyone. She kicked ass and looked sexy as hell while doing so. She intrigued him didn’t quite covered it, she challenged him and everything about him.

He has used his chauvinist ways to impress girls, the cheesy lines, the dimple, the softness, the charm and acting heroic when needed but she did all that herself and was least affected by his charms. She was like a bet he had to win against himself.

“Of course you are a distraction and I am ignoring you because you make me feel conflicted that is it better to practice on a non-living punch bag or invisible but very alive you.”  She said now looking at him with a sneer on her wet lips.

“Senortia, you do not want to get physical with me this early.” He said taken aback how attracted he was to her right then.

She was not dressed pretty or beautifully; she was sweaty, messy and was dressed in a black tank top and cargo. Even in that condition he wanted to kiss her. All this time away from female population he decided he had become desperate.

She was just another conquest.

“Oh so you also know that I don’t want to get physical with you, but replace this early to ever!” She retorted back.

“You are snarky and I find that sexy.” He said not moving towards her.

“You are cheesy and I find that abhorrent.” She said scowling at him.

“No, you find me attractive.” He was not inches away from her but she didn’t back down.

“You know how I could tell?” He asked giving a smile with his dimple that pulled a string in her heart again!

And she knew it was mistake looking at him. She was growing short of breath even more than she already was.

“I know that because I could see the heat rising in you.” As he said that his fingers, so soft ran down from the soft spot under her ear to arc of her neck.

She involuntarily shivered and wide eyed stared at him unable to respond. She had never been pursued to intensely; she had never been pursued, period.

“I know that because you bite the inside of you cheek, nervous habit I am sure when I am around.” His knuckles lightly brushed her cheek.

“Am I right Senorita?” He asked now bending down closer, her breath fanning her now heated face.

It was disorienting and to some extent angry at herself for reacting this way around him.

She jerked herself back to senses, raising her knee she pushed it into his stomach. As he groaned and backed off, she moved ahead and flipped him over her shoulder and snaked her leg around his neck trapping him.

“Warning one playboy- Do not touch me without my permission. Warning two- Do not make assumption about how I feel and final Warning- Do not call me Senorita!” She snarled out her warnings.

And then letting him go she got up and wiped her hands which were shaking for some reason. He had struck a chord, right one or wrong, she had no idea.

She left the invisible handsome boy without looking for his reaction.

What the hell was he trying to do? She had so many questions in her mind but this was the most troubling one. Was he a ghost with some mission to seek a virgin or was he some dead playboy still being a jerk? But the biggest problem was she was getting all the unwanted attention just because by some unlucky reason she was the only one that could see him.

Tristyn was agitated and punched the bag in front of him. The girl was impossible, she was rude and violent. Girls aren’t supposed to be like this. The curse it seemed was not only persistent but also gotten worse. A girl like Iorwen could see her who was ignorant to everything he did. And not only was she not good natured, she was his only option.

Was it some kind of test to make her fall for him, to trouble him in his already cursed life?

The girl must have some weakness; there must be something that can at least allow them to be friends, because after being alone for such a long time Tristyn was ready to be even friends with the girl. He can’t believe he was agreeing to be just friends with a girl but loneliness can be fatal.

He needed to make a right start, a fresh start with the girl. His usual flirt lines were useless and so were his looks. He needed to find something else to shake the girl from within!