3~ Cocky

Liliana's point of view

My head turned to look at the voice that just spoke earlier and for a second it felt as if every went in slow motion.

My eyes twitched when I saw the person in front of me. A young boy at least two inch taller than Dennis, from his skin and a whole foot taller than mw, he looked extremely fine that i suddenly forgot how breathe, lol, just kidding but he was fine.

For a moment, my heart did ba dum. Clad in a white joggers and blue jersey long sleeve.

His hair was jelled into a style. He grinned when he saw us. "Liliana, meet my son Ric, short for Ricardo and Ricardo, meet Lilian and her children," Margaret introduced.

"Hello," the boy named Ric greeted us.

"Okay mom, I'm going out," Ric announced.

"Don't! Come back here this instance Ricardo," His mother said making him halt.

"Liliana is new to this place, showing her around wouldn't be bad, would it?" Margaret said to him.

Ric turned on his back looking at me and then at Dennis who was busy typing on his phone.

"Shall we?" He asked me. For a moment I was confused.

"Uhmm...we shall," I replied following him outside of the house.

"Uhm...What's your name again?" He asked me. I was taken aback by his statement. At last he wasn't rude or anything.

"Liliana," I replied.

"So I'm guessing you are seventeen, and a junior in high school, right?" He said but you do realize you are short for you age?" He said and i frowned.

What an effontry?! I scoffed. "What a nice way of starting a conversation..." I trailed off. "What's your name again?" I asked with the same remark he used earlier on me.

He turned to look at me and smirked, "Why won't my name stick to your memory after my mother said it, huh?" He asked. I saw a small glint on his face and then it dawn to me he wasn't intentionally rude, he was intentionally getting to me. He didn't mean harm and he was fooling around.

"And you are what? The president of America for your name to stick in my head so quick?" I mocked folding my arms.

"I am not the president of America but I tell you, I am that guy, every girl wants," He said.

Cocky much? "Bravo! That guy indeed who obviously doesn't have a fine face," I retorted.

He chuckled hard, "Are you trying to convince yourself so that you won't fall for me because from the look of it you are speaking as if you have?" He spat out with a smirk.

What the heck? How many minutee,-- no second have I known him? Fall for him my foot when he is not Shawn Mendes just in his Calvin Klein boxer.

"Aww....you are so fine, like so so fine. Too bad I don't even know your name and how come I haven't fallen on the floor yet?" I spat out sarcastically.

"I get it, girls like you act tough but within you, you wish I'd give you an attention, but it's fine, I have my class and taste." He retorted.

I scoffed and then I chuckled, "In your America dreams!" I lamented.

"Guess what?, Even if we use a scale to give you a percent, you are less than 50%!" I deadpanned.

He chuckled, "Really? On a scale of one to ten, how many do I get?" He asked.

"Hmmm," i placed my index finger on my jaw as if thinking, "You are less than five which automatically means you are four!" I spat out raising my brows.

He chuckled hard, "You are the first you know, I'm sure within you, you were dieing to give me an eleven but it's fine, whatever makes you sleep at night," He said.

"So, let's get over with this, my name is Ricardo Jackson, My friends call me Ric or Rj," He said stretching his hands forward for an handshake.

"Liliana Lim," I said simple and firmly.

"Liana? Or Liliana? Or Lily? So whats your nickname amongst these?" He asked me.

"Lily," I said to him.

"I'd call you Liana," He said and for a second I felt a jolt of electricity down my spine.

He took my hands and we sealed the deal. It was nice walking around the streets of New york with him. He was friendly and nice.

He even bought ice cream for the both of us when I craved for one.

We finally got back home. "Thanks so much for today," I said to him.

"It's no problem, it was nice showing you around and besides I hope to see you soon," He said to me.

"I pray you do," I muttered softly.

"Why?" He asked.

"That's because I prefer indoors than outdoors," I replied.

"Hmm, the almighty and handsome Ric had his ways, I'd get you out definitely!" He said as if so sure of himself.

I smirked, "Who told you, you are mighty and handsome?" I asked him as if daring him to speak.

He chuckled, for a second I stared at his face and there was no denial he was fine, but was I going to tell him that? Obviously no. He had long eye lashes that I envied and gray eyes were intriguing to watch.

"I'm going to ignore you that's because I don't argue with short people, they are obviously troublesome," he said and my jaw dropped.

"Close you mouth, you wouldn't want flies in them, would you?" He smirked and I felt the urge to wipe them away.

"See you lady Liana the smart mouth," He said leaving me to stare at him while he walked away.

It was nice having to talk to someone asides your family in a long while. I think I'm gonna do better here than I did in Florida. In Florida I had no friend, everyone literally hated me dude to my competitive spirit, like being competitive is a bad thing.

New york, let's get to know you.