CHAPTER 3

Riley's POV

Everyone in this God forsaken hell hole knows who I am. For different reasons obviously, like me being the daughter of the town's local pastor and the younger sister to the church's youth pastor.

Due to this religious background and upbringing, I'm expected to follow in their footsteps and have a role in the church.

Unfortunately I'm what they call the prodigal son, the black sheep of the family, a disappointment to my family, the lost one, every negative thing you can quote from the Bible, you name it I'm called it.

I was taught that God is love and we should love one another as God loves us, I was taught that we ain't supposed to judge others so as to avoid judgement from God, I was taught that God loves us regardless of who we are.

Sadly no one in my family used to apply these principals or whatever on me. Just because I did things differently, it gave them a reason to hate me, to pretend we're the perfect Christian family to all the other folks in town while behind the walls of our house they despised and sneered at me like I'm a disgusting monster.

I hated it.

I hated that they made me feel like shit whenever they got a chance. I had to find my solace in other things, I changed my wardrobe, I got tattoos, I liked disturbing people for the fun of it.

I don't know, there's just something about watching someone get all flustered and squirm under my gaze that gave me a certain satisfaction.

I made it my main objective to make people uncomfortable, because I figured if I couldn't be happy then no one else should, especially when I am around.

So I tried ruining people's moods, the town ended up hating me or using me as an example to teach their kids not to end up like me-or both and I couldn't have it any other way.

I just gave my family something they can hate me for and be disappointed about. I thought I had it all and nothing could get to my heart because life taught me that if you allow people into your heart, they'd use you and leave it in bazillion pieces that couldn't be glued back together.

I was so sure of this until I met her. This doe-eyed angel with the biggest chocolate brown eyes I have ever seen. And when she looked up at me yesterday like a deer caught in headlights I fucking lost it.

She had a cute button nose that was slightly pink from the cold evening breeze, chubby cheeks that made my fingers itch to just gush over and pinch them, her eyes were like dark pools of chocolate that reminded me of chocolate fudge on a vanilla ice cream and were so big and round and so fucking hypnotic, I could stare at them forever.

Her lips were just so pink, they reminded of strawberries, and so plump and so kissable. And her smile, oh my God her smile, it was like the ray of sunshine I never knew I needed until I saw it.

She had cute, mickey-mouse shaped, black braces on her teeth. How a girl in her late teens could still rock braces was a new fascination of mine.

I felt like jumping her right there and had to use all my will power not to do so. She was just so adorable when she blushed and color reached the tippy top of her cute little ears.

She even had freckles right under her ears. They were not really visible, you just had to look really carefully to notice them and trust me, I looked at her real carefully.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. Sure, I had spotted her a few weeks back, walking alone in the evening staring off into nothing, seemingly deep in thought.

She mesmerized me from the word go and I wanted, no I needed to find out about her. I saw her later in church two weeks later, walking side by side outside the huge chapel with a woman who I presumed to be her mother.

I couldn't understand how she got under my skin so easily, awakening a certain piece of me that I had swore to never ever awaken.

That was what worried me completely. I couldn't let anyone find this out. I certainly could not allow her to get closer to me than she already was no matter how much I wanted it.

I'd only end up getting hurt.

So imagine me deciding that I won't let her any close to me and then during the weekly fellowship that I have to attend due to obvious(family) reasons, I see her in a cute yellow floral dress that ended slightly on top of her knees, and a grey cardigan and cute brown fluffy boots entering the chapel with her mother.

They were like two peas in a pod, her mom dressed in a short white dress with alot of bright yellow sunflowers on it and a pair of sandals on her feet. She looked like the summer fairy, sending warm rays of sunshine every where she went.

I couldn't help but gawk at her beauty. She wasn't even flaunting it but damn that dress surely did justice on her ass. Goddamn that ass looks like a snack!!

Yo Riley we're in church remember, naughty thoughts not allowed inside!! I felt like using mind soap right now because my mind certainly needed that. She looked my way and her eyes widened when she saw me. I decided to play with her just a little bit.

I licked my lower lip slowly and then bit into it, her eyes following my every move like a hawk. I then smirked and winked at her. She snapped out of her stupor and then blushed all the way to the tippy top of her ears just the way I like it. She avoided my gaze and followed her mom to a seat nearby.

During the entire sermon, I kept looking at her, scrutinizing her, memorizing everything about her face that I could get from such a distance. Her deep dimples when she smiled, how her eyes lit up when she laughed with her mom, everything about her caught my attention. I just couldn't help it, she was that good looking.

After that long, boring, uneventful sermon everyone started leaving for home and I had to talk to Asha, I just had to.

I looked for her through the congregation at the church compound, which was actually kind of big. I found her standing awkwardly next to her mom looking around while her mom talked to my elder brother.

Oh no.

I chuckled lightly when I saw her looking like she wanted the earth to split and swallow her whole. Don't worry, mademoiselle, your knight in shining armor approacheth to rescue thee from the killer claws of awkward adult conversations.

"Hey. "

Her head whipped around to face me so fast I think she got whiplash or she'll get it in the middle of the week. Her eyes widened when she saw and she looked like a deer caught in headlights. Again. Riley I am begging you calm your fucking tits woman! Think about your grandma's dentures, cats with no skin, Patrick picking his nose and eating it.. Phew, yeah that's it.

After I calmed down and mentally scolded Asha for looking so freaking cute when flustered, I took a deep breath and decided to give this a try. Shouldn't be too hard.

"So, Asha right? How are you liking our small town so far?" good work Riley, atleast you didn't ask something stupid or sensitive.

"Well it is p-pretty small, but I like it like that. It means I can easily fit in and feel like I belong." She said and I could feel the sadness and longing in her voice. Sounds like she's been through a rough patch. I frowned at that. I didn't like seeing her with that look in her eyes.

" What about you? "she asked as she looked at me, a curious glint in her eyes.

" What about me? "I answered, smirking in amusement.

" How do you like the town? "

" it could be better, it could be worse.. "I tried answering her question and still remain being as vague as possible.

" Whatdoes that mean? "she frowned in confusion

It seems she didn't get that I didn't want to talk about it.

" what do you want it to mean? "

" do you always answer a question with another question?"

"do you love Disney animations?"

"heck yeah"

"there goes your answer"

She didn't seem to understand what I had done, but then a smile made its way on her face once she figured it out and she chuckled lightly under her breath. The sound was heavenly. Though I'm just beginning to think my thoughts are biased because it's her we're talking about, like have you seen her?!

Then we locked eyes again, and I swear I could feel them pulling me in. Then I made a very grave mistake of staring at her soft, plump, pink, full and oh so kissable lips. Gaze shifting from her eyes to her lips, back to her eyes, sexual tension rising and rising and fucking rising like pressure in a volcano.

"Asha, honey, it's time to get going. I need to leave for work in half an hour."her mom said as she called her. That's all it took to break us from our little bubble of want and desire. And then it hit me like a fucking wave.

I. Wanted. To. Kiss. Asha.

And not just kiss her but a full heated steamy make out session that would leave the both of us all hot and bothered. As she was walking back home with her mother by her side, she looked back and glanced at me and then continued going back home.

A long, loud sigh escaped my lips.

Sweet, sweet Riley, you're so screwed over.

And I couldn't agree more.

A/N:Hey sweeties, new chapter.

Btw, this book will have a religious twist to it, because it's needed for the plot development of the characters involved.