Up close, his toned body glistened with sweat. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily. Blood was dripping down his nose, leaking into his mouth. His white teeth were coated with the dark red consistency.
His pale green eyes searched th...
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Celeste Warren
At the sound, I flinched. I wasn't expecting anybody else to be here. Clearly I was wrong.
It was him.
He was standing there, gripping a skateboard in his hand, looking down at me. He had a hard expression on his face, and I couldn't help but wonder if that expression was glued to his face. His dark eyebrows were furrowed, his curls falling messily everywhere. There were a few curls hanging down onto his forehead. It didn't make sense, but in a way, his curls made him look innocent. More innocent than he was, at least. He's The Rupture. Of course he's not even remotely innocent.
He doesn't have an innocent bone in his body. I know that for a fact.
"Cat's caught your tongue, huh?" I didn't even realize how long I was staring at him. I didn't even think I was, I was just taking in his appearance. "Shame. You didn't keep your thoughts from coming out of your pretty little mouth last night... what happened to that?"
I scoffed loudly. "Yeah, I don't have time for this," I put my hands flat on the ground, pushing myself up. Harry put his hand on my shoulder pushing my back down. "What the fuck?! Dick." I spat. He let out a chuckle, his eyebrows raising.
"Such a naughty little mouth, Celeste."
I forgot he knew my name. I was tipsy, I didn't remember telling him.
"Can I get up now?" I rolled my eyes harshly, and he let out another sinister chuckle.
"You don't wanna be around me?" he teased, his lips curling into a smirk. I scoffed, turning and looking away from him.
"What are you even doing here?" I asked him. "Nobody comes here."
"I come here," he interjected. I turned, making brief eye contact with him before my eyes dropped down. His grip on the skateboard was so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He had rings on three of his fingers. They were cool rings, I wouldn't lie. But... what made him so mad? "What are you doing here?"
"I forgot that only you're allowed to come to a fucking skatepark, Harry," I huffed. Harry finally allowed me to get up from my spot on top of the ramp and I let out a sigh of relief. I didn't want to be here with him any longer. "Jesus."
Harry dropped the skateboard on the ground, the loud sound causing me to jump. I glared at him and he let out a hum in satisfaction.
"This is an abandoned skatepark," he pointed out.
"Okay? And?"
"So technically it's not like either of us aren't supposed to be here.. we're allowed to be here." He explained.
"Nobody ever said anything about us not being allowed here?" I said, although it sounded more like a question.
"You made it sound like that's what you were saying."
