Jake wondered why she was so angry as she gave him a cut eye. “Well I saw some sort of weird shape on this rock and I was wondering who would be all the way out here by themselves,” He said as she was standing up. As the wind blew wildly he noticed her beautiful hair and the irritated look in her eyes. “As I got closer I realized that it was a beautiful girl on this rock, if I may be so bold to say?”
There was something about this girl that he liked. The way she stands so confidently but not at the same time. But there was one thing he knew for sure. She was beautiful.
He smiled at her and then continued to speak. “You definitely have an attitude problem,” He chuckled again. He held out his hand as a peace offering.
Simone looked at her toes that peaked out from the opening of her strapped sandals. Her red nail polish glimmered from the strong rays of sunshine that built a trickle of sweat on her temple. She bit her lip, trying to think up the best answer. “I was just trying to get away is all,” She mentioned, squirming as the man walked closer to her flirtatiously.
When she read the next words out of his lips it made her scoff and roll her eyes. She could already see where this was going. “Look, Mister. I’ve already been trying to hold my tongue as much as I possibly can but you are testing my patience,” She snapped defensively, however no matter how much she would decline, she was secretly enjoying his flattery.
She tried to keep a straight face when he spoke again but she couldn’t help but crack a smile, revealing her pearly whites. He held out his hand and all she did was walk around him. She swung her head and looked him in the eye. “You don’t know anything about me,” She said before stepping passed the young man, fluttering her eyelashes and shaking her head as she looked back.
He was walking out of the house of the plantation owner’s land. He had just applied for a job, and he got it. He didn’t quite feel like going back home right away. He walked out exploring the land that he would soon be working. He saw a figure far in the distance. It looked to be sitting on a rock. From as far as it was it almost seemed like it was a part of the rock, but he could still make out that it was a person. He started to walk towards it, being that he had a natural curiosity. As he got closer he realized it was a girl. She had to be he thought to himself, she has a skirt.
Then as he got even closer feeling the wind blowing through his slightly long hair, and seeing the waves made on the grass. He looked at the girl again and noticed she had a book. Then she looked up at him using her hand to cover her eyes. Then he finally closed in on her, standing with his hands on his hips. He observed her, then she turned to him angrily, as if there was a problem. He took off his glasses with one hand, and said, “No problem here miss, I was just curious is all.” Then he continued.
“You have an attitude problem I’d reckon.” He said as he chuckled.
Simone looked at the tall, tanned figure that towered above her. She was not amused. She shot him daggered eyes and pursed her lips, slamming her novel shut. “Curious? And what is there be to be curious about?” Having a tall man stand superior to her did not make her feel the least bit of security, as well as reminded her of her dark past. Her shoulders twitched thinking about it, and with that she swiftly stood and dusted off the dirt on her button-up summer dress. Wind swung in her direction, blowing her golden threads into her face.
She placed one hand delicately at her waist while biting her lip and waited for his answer without budging an inch.
“And I do not have an attitude problem,” She defensively retorted, wiping the hair away from her porcelain face so that he could see the irritation in her eyes.
She sat cross-legged on a stone that lay in fields of tall strands of lush grass and wildflowers that overlooked her father’s plantation. Beyond the plantation was even more of her family’s land, filled with willow trees and a sandy pathway that skimmed across the Loveland lake. She watched as mother nature danced around her, moving through the willow trees above her and the fields below her. The wind hissed in her ears and blew her golden curls. She enjoyed the solitude she had discovered the past couple days. The excitement of graduation had passed and summer had simmered in. Her father’s plantation workers don’t even start working until the weekend. Everything felt still.
Then suddenly, there was a figure. She looked up from her book and squinted her eyes, using her hand as a shield from the blazing hot sun. She looked out into the distance as the figure got closer and closer. Simone pretended she hadn’t noticed him, expecting him to vanish back into thin air and she would again be welcomed by solitude. But no, he only got closer. A description became more vivid. He wore an old, torn t-shirt that looked like it hadn’t been washed in days with washed-out jeans. On his face were large aviator glasses that hid half of his face, his nose peaking out from underneath. Simone continued to read and appear uninterested. However, the tall, toned figure was persistent and walked right up to her. She could see him in the corner of her eye, watching her with his hands on his hips.
“I’m sorry, but is there a problem?” She questioned angrily, furrowing her brow.