She Has A Pretty Face Though (Part XVIII)


The following is one of many installments for a story designed specifically for my blog.  While it does step out of my usual genre, there are some things still not suitable for a younger audience.  Violent/Graphic descriptions, strong language and sexual situations may be found through different sections.  Each entry will tell a small portion of the story during different times and may not directly follow the one prior to it.  

This story follows the direct interactions, as well as the deteriorating thoughts of a young man who is struggling not only with the relationships he has with those around him, but with the relationship he has with himself as well.

Finally, all work is strictly fiction and does not reflect the views of the author.  Any resemblance to actual person(s) is only a coincidence.

If this isn’t your cup of tea, then avoid these excerpts and hopefully I’ll see you around my other posts!


Despite all her physical flaws, he found it easy to lose himself to her when she smiled.  Her face was out of place in proportion to the rest of her body, slender, smooth and without a blemish in sight.  Her light brown eyes, when turned upon him, radiated a mixture of intelligence and something which he couldn’t quite put his finger on.  Strawberry blond hair cascaded down her back, ending just below her shoulder blades and was held away from her face by two skillfully woven braids.

“I…  I was worried that you wouldn’t come,” she said when he was with-in earshot.

He allowed himself to slow down when he was within ten feet of her and gracefully, out of breath, came to a stop just in front of her.  Much as she had appeared in the distance to him, he placed his hands onto his hips as he fought to catch his breath.

“Come on,” she prompted.  “The movie’s about to start.”

He followed her through the entrance doors without another word, and she didn’t seem to be offering any as she moved straight for the usher, tickets in hand.  When he saw that she already had the them, he felt a wave of guilt overcome him and he flushed in embarrassment.

“You already bought the tickets,” he asked, ashamed.

She only smiled over her shoulder, an innocent enough gesture as she received the stubs, and led him to the snack booth.

“Do you want anything?  I’m having popcorn and a Diet Coke.”

From somewhere in the recesses of his thoughts he heard the sound of someone trying not to laugh.  It was a muffled sound, a derisive snicker, and he shuddered at the cruelty that was underlying it.


“Sorry,” he said hastily, “I’ll just have ice water thanks.”

“Are you sure?  I’m buying.”

Her tone suggested that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer, but truth be told, he wasn’t all that hungry.  His legs trembled beneath him from the run.  His arms ached from what he’d had to do before coming here and he was emotionally drained.  He had reached the level of exhaustion which felt akin to a dry hangover.  His head ached, his stomach cramped at the thought of eating anything and he wanted nothing more than to just crash.  Despite this, he could sense the impatience growing with-in his date and stepped forward to look at the candies.

“Actually,” he drawled, “the Jujubes don’t look half bad.”

“Mmm,” she purred.  “Good choice.”

The clerk took their order and soon they were following another group of moviegoers into the theater.

“Thank you for, you know, paying.”

“Don’t be silly Scott,” she answered quickly.  “It’s the least I could do.  Not very many boys invite me out and…”

Her voice was suddenly drowned out the sound of his unwelcome guest, which had burst into gales of laughter.

“Oh my God, no shit?!  She hasn’t been out in so long that her fashion sense dates back to generations!  Jesus pleezus, that’s fucking FUNNY!!!”

“…you know?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammered.  “Me too.”

Her cheeks flared a brilliant shade of crimson and she suddenly seemed a bit nervous.

“…really?”  She asked in much the same way that she had on the phone the other night.

“Uh-oh.  Now what did you get yourself into?”

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