semper paratus
"always prepared"
Plinio's POV:
"What are you doing here?"
I grouchily ask a very breathless Angel who looks as if she had been running a marathon. She chooses to ignore my question and takes a few deep breaths to stabilize herself. I just sit there glued to my chair, hands folded on my chest and look at her.
I have been sitting in the library for the last ten minutes waiting for Celeste as per told by Mr. Harrison but this Angel shows up and I have a hunch that I'm exactly who she has been looking for.
Her cheeks are tinted pink after her energetic walk to reach the library and a few stray strands of her black hair hang loosely near her ear, forbidden to touch her silky skin. The yellow fuzzy sweater and the blue jeans look good on her.
However, now that I know her association with QB Kevin and her popularity among the student body, my previous views about her have been altered. Nevertheless, it is her glittery aura that has accentuated the beauty of her clothes and not the vice versa.
Angel is one of those students who add colors to the black and white ambience of our school. She is basically the school's sweetheart and judging by the courtesy records of her, I think she's here to apologize for the noise pollution in the cafeteria for which I helped to maintain the peace.
"What are you doing here?" I ask her once again but less irked this time.
Her eyes dart towards me and she opens her mouth to say something but she closes it again, dismissing whatever was on her mind. Either she's having an internal war or she's still too numb after all those sloppy kisses of Kevin.
"Mr. Harper and Mr. Harrison," she pulls out the chair across from me and sits. "They think that we can help each other in History and Algebra."
"Wasn't that supposed to be someone named Celeste?" I raise my eyebrow.
She shoots me a bewildered look, looking slightly taken aback. But she quickly manages a calm and collected state.
"I am Celeste James." She tells me, taking out a notebook and a few pens from her bag.
"But I thought you are Angel, short for Angelina or something." She doesn't look at me while I speak and just shrugs telling me that Celeste is what her father named her but everyone calls her Angel somehow.
She looks as if it's not a big deal but I'm pretty sure no student here knows her real name. I mean, if Ryder doesn't know, who literally knows everyone in this town, then not many people know it.
She opens a blank page of her notebook and sets aside three different gel pens in a row; red, blue and green. She is so girly.
"If you're done smiling to yourself then can we talk about the task at hand?" She snaps at me and I wonder where that panoramic social butterfly went.
Alas, another hypocrite.
And she's a liar to say that I was smiling because I wasn't. Or was I?
I clear my throat and nod at her to proceed. The sooner this whole session is over, the better it is.
"First of all, I don't trust you and I bet if anyone does," she speaks with firm conviction and I narrow my eyes at her, hoping to scare her with my, let me quote Ryder, horrendous face.
"Looking at me like that won't change the fact, Plinio." She deadpans.
"I'm just Nio." I chide, maintaining an angry glare to intimidate her somehow.
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Beautiful & Battered ✓
Teen Fiction| a boy stuck between who he was, who he has become & who he could be | Plinio Murray or as he prefers to be called, Nio, is a bully. He picks fights with anyone for no reason. He is cruel. His face is scarred. He is savage. His hits nearly killed a...
