Free Sick Bastard by Jaci J

out of nowhere. Why can’t he just ask to meet with him and talk to me like a normal person?
    “I wanted to see you. I wasn’t happy with the way things went the other night and … I just wanted to see you.”
    I’m struck dumb at his admission. “I gave you what you came for. I accepted your apology, so what more could you possibly want from me?”
    He doesn’t answer, but he reaches out and grabs my elbow, trying to pull me closer. “Get the fuck off me!” I wrench my arm away as he drops his hand to his side in defeat.
    “I told you, I just wanted to see you.” I’m probably being unreasonably harsh here, but he’s stalking me for fuck’s sake. This isn’t sexy by any means to me. He has issues, and I don’t want any part of them.
    “Listen, I’ve gotta go. You have to stop showing up like this. I don’t know what you want, and it’s obvious that you don’t either so please, just stop. It’s freaking me out. If this is how you go about getting a girl’s attention, you’ve got shit way wrong. Go practice on someone, or read a book for fucks sake.” I say before I turn and head down the road.
    I make it a half a block before I hear him yell out my name. I pretend not to hear him and just keep walking. “London. Stop!” He yells again, not taking the hint. This man is relentless.
    For a second I hear him running toward me, eating up the space between us until he finally catches up to me, now walking at my side.
    Neither one of us say a word as we walk, but he twists his watch around his wrist repeatedly.
    “For the love of God, stop with the goddamn watch twisting.”
    He laughs. This isn’t just any laugh, either. He throws his head back and fucking laughs. It’s a rich, deep laugh, and I like it. It’s one of those laughs that bring out one of your own. Whether it’s a crazy, mental sort of laugh is still to be determined, but it makes me smile nonetheless.
    How can a man I don’t even know make me wanna tear my hair out of my head? Once he stops laughing he continues to smile, but only shrugs as he goes for twisting his watch again.
    “You're a pain in the ass,” I tell him. There’s simply no better description for him.
    “I’ve been called worse.” And I don’t doubt that for a second.
    “I wonder why?” I snap back, but he doesn’t respond.
    I start to quicken my pace to get some distance from him. What should’ve been a ten minute walk has now turned into twenty. I’m not in the mood for silly games from one of his many personalities this evening.
    “Where are you going?” he calls after me.
    “Crazy,” I throw over my shoulder.
    He’s raced back to my side, falling back into step with me. He’s rattling me. I want him to just go away, yet I can’t help being fascinated with such an enigma. His presence is larger than life. “Where are we going?” He pushes for an answer.
    “ We aren’t going anywhere.”
    “I would disagree.” I’m sure he does. Waving a grand hand down the sidewalk I snap, “If you must know...”
    “Yes, I must know.” He insists with a cunning smile. I roll my eyes at him and his antics. He really thinks a lot of himself.
    “I'm going for some dinner.”
    “Can I join you?” He asks. I look to him and see him attempting some innocent expression and I can’t help but laugh. He sure is laying it on thick. His eyes are shining now, beaming even.
    “Are you really giving me a choice?” I know he’s following me no matter what I say, and in answer to my question, he laughs again. A very real laugh that I find myself smiling at. That’s twice in one night. I’ll bet it’s a rare thing for him and I’ve somehow just gotten two out of him. I’m feeling pretty confident with my smartass behavior.
    Walking beside me his step seems lighter. That tightly strung, unsure energy seems to have faded into the night air.
    “Why did you even ask to join me if I never had a choice in the matter?”
    “I thought I’d do the gentlemanly thing