Let's see, I put everyone to bed and made everyone's lunch for tomorrow. I finished all my homework... I walk into my bathroom and stop at my mirror.
I'm gonna needa get up early to conceal all this. I run my fingers over the hickeys then blush.
He didn't have to go overboard. Whatever, it's not like we're gonna see each other again. I shake my head before striping and going for a nice shower.
After this, it's bedtime for me. I gentle running my hands through my black dyed locks.
I'm kind of surprised they're so soft. Putting some shampoo in, I breathe in the vanilla scent.
Once I'm finished, my hair feels refreshed. I give my body the same care, lathering it in lavender instead.
When the nice and relaxing shower is over, I wrap a warm towel around my body and walk towards my closet.
On the way their, I notice something out of the corner of my eye.
My phone flashed... Going over to it, I check the screen. Did someone text me? Swiping against the screen, I'm taken to the message.
It's an unknown number...
You were great, we should do that again sometime.
I stare at it then smirk. Someone's bold.
Are you saying you wanna make a routine out of it?
I saved the number then type Adriano for the slot of the first name then put the three water droplet emoji for the last name slot.
Damn, could you be any more perfect?
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"Good, Lord!" I rapidly blink as one of my contacts fall from my eye. Ugh, this sucks!
I stare intently at my watering grey eye then glance at the brown colored contact on my finger. I huff when my bangs get in the way yet again.
With a scowl, I clip it back. I'm so glad I keep hair clips in my backpack. I stare at my eye again.
Okay, let's do this. Moving closer to the mirror, I open my eyelids and bring my finger to my eye. Looking up, I blink the contact back into my eye.
Then I close both and wait for a few seconds. After opening them, I sigh in relief.
"Thank God." I unclip my hair then put my glasses back, making my way out the bathroom.
I immediately find my locker and scroll the three numbers into place before opening it.
Thankfully, it's not as crazy in the halls as usual since it's still kind of early. I stop when I feel my backpack vibrate. With furrowed brows, I look for my phone.
Once I have I look at the caller ID, Coach. I glance around the halls before answering the call and hiding my phone in my hair.
"Yes?" The halls pick up some heat as more people enter the building.
"The fight has been changed to tonight, is that fine?" pushing my glasses up my face, I scan the loud voices and horse-players for a certain one.
"Of course, I'll be good." I start to gather my things when I the chaos moves closer.
"See you then." I nod, closing my locker.
"Bye." After I put my phone up, I walk towards my class.
Okay, I haven't seen him yet, good. I sigh, fingering my bangs.
Why does everything have to be way more complicated than it needs to? Maybe I should just-
"Ah—" My eyes widen when I'm surrounded by darkness and a hand covers my mouth.
"Don't scream." I blink a couple times before my eyes get used to the lack of light. I hold my breath once they do.
The hand falls from my face. 'Kahlil?' My voice sounded more winded than I expected.
He nods slowly, pushing my glasses up then I realize just how close he is. My cheeks redden while my glasses begin to fog up.
His face is mere inches from mine and his arm is wrapped securely around my small frame. After a while, he releases a deep chuckle.
"Need some windshield wipers?" My blush deepens as I try to push him away, but as soon as my hands meet his chest we grow silent and serious.
I swiftly remove them, hiding my hands behind my back. I avert my eyes then realize something.
"Where are we?" I glance around the small room and notice boxes and dust, storage room.
I focus back on Kahlil when he holds my face, raising my glasses and moving my bangs in the process.
"You've been avoiding me, little miss." My eyes widen again.
"I don't—"
"I won't ask about your knuckles." I shut my lips and just stare him, confused.
"I don't know why they were bandaged and I kinda really wanna know, but I won't pry if it makes you uncomfortable." His hands take hold of my arms.
"I think you're cool for having amazing grades and kicking ass in sports." He furrows his eyebrows.
"I honestly don't know why you're always alone, but if I can, I want to change that." I frown at the guy in front of me.
It's almost as if he's a little boy who's meeting his favorite superhero for the first time.
Damn, why does he have to be so cute— an unfamiliar emotion flickers across his eyes and is gone before it could be known to me. Averting my eyes, I shake my head.
"I don't make friends." I glance at the door when the bell rings. Dammit.
"I've got to go." I try to move, but he blocks my way.
"What made you deadly?" I freeze, staring wide-eyed at him. What is he talking about?
"I can tell your innocent was forced to be deadly in certain situations," he licks his lips, staring down at me. There's that emotion again— no, come back! What are you?
"Does making friends make it harder to hide?" I remain completely still, refusing to meet his gaze.
"Will you at least give me a try, Nevaeh?" His voice seems raw, broken almost;
vulnerable.
I blink away tears, not wanting to cry in front of him.
I'm suddenly grateful it's dark in here. After I've calmed myself down, I sigh.
"In the end, you'll do what you please." I glance into his eyes.
"Don't expect much from me."
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After I put on one of those sheer mesh bralettes, I drop my bandeau one.
I sigh then bend down to pick it up.
"Oh, shit. You're definitely not a dude." I jump up and snap my head to the person who just barged in. I quickly cover myself.
"Get the fuck out!" He ignores me, walking over to me. I move back until I hit my dresser.
He smirks, putting his hands on either side of the dresser and leaning towards me.
"And here I thought you were lying about your age." I squirm over his gaze while it travels down my frame.
"As a boy, you're all skinny and wimpy." I frown.
Asshole.
"But girl," when his eyes meet mine I look away.
They're so similar... I bite my lip, gripping the edge of the dresser. I freeze when his breath hits my ear.
"Well, let's just say that I'd 'finish you'." My face betrays me as it blooms with the one passionate color.
He's not him, get your head in the game. Scoffing, I push him away.
"Look, asshole, I don't care who you are." I glare at him.
"But if you mess with me," he stares at me with those eyes again. I clench the jacket that's currently hiding my lack of clothes.
"You're ending in a fatality." He's not the only one that can throw around Mortal Kombat jokes.
After a while of silence, he backs away, chuckling.
"Damn, don't worry kitty's secret is safe with me." I roll my eyes.
"Get the hell out, Leon." He smirks, putting his hands up in surrender.
"Kitty's got claws." Before I can respond he leaves. I sigh, rubbing my face.
He seemed.. slightly different, happier? I shake my head. Whatever it may be, he's gonna be a problem.
I put on my sweats then leave as well to go get my money. I make sure to keep my face hidden so no one sees me.
Today was exhausting.
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Two weeks later
"Alright, pair up. Boy and girl." I hold my arms behind my back. Great, now I'm be stuck with an imbecile. I'm so glad we only have gym once a week.
"Nevaeh, you're with me." I absentmindedly nod as I follow him.
"Um, Zac, do you know why we have to pair up with the opposite sex?" He shrugs after we make it outside.
Then he turns to look at me, examining me. As if he's looking for something. I push up my glasses then my bangs from my face self-consciously.
"Your voice is so soft and quiet, why?" I furrow my eyebrows, staring at the ground.
Honestly, I feel more in character when I change my voice.
At school, innocent. At the fight club, intimating. And the bar, seductive. It's just something I do, it goes along with my different appearances at these places.
Or maybe it's just because I'm more confident when I'm not at school since no one knows me outside of it. "It's just my voice, I guess."
"Adriano Ricci, if you don't stop I'll-" Everyone focuses on one pair.
Usually, I wouldn't care, but the name sounded all too familiar.
"You'll what?" The girl growls. I glance over at the boy and instantly lose my shit.
My eyes widen and I take off my glasses to stare down at them. I can't believe I fucked a classmate.