Briar's life was normal, simple, and without any chaotic element to disrupt the flow of her everyday life. (Unless you count finals week during college ample chaos.) That was until she met him. Marshal. Dangerous, reckless, and definitely chaos inca...
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Briar Clarissa Jolene Rose Age: 23
"From the first moment we touched, your arms felt like home."
- John Mark Green
Briar's PoV
She woke up to the ear splitting sound of her morning alarm going off. She rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up, yawning with a sound akin to a cat and stretching like one. The sunlight peering into the room was harsh and unwanted, but she had to get up. She had class in about an hour and forty-five minutes. It gave her enough time to get dressed and grab coffee on the way.
[Who's idea was it to get up this early? Oh wait... mine.]
She mentally scolded herself for early morning classes and debated the reasoning behind going to college in the first place as she got ready for the day. Not wanting to do anything with her hair, she threw it up into a neat bun with a black bandana. It would have to do as her classes consisted of dance in the mornings and regular classes in the afternoon. She grabbed her keys and a to go cup of coffee and headed on her way.
Out in the halls of her dorm building, she pressed the button for the elevator. She lived on the ninth floor of her building, so taking the stairs was never ideal. She pressed the button again when it made no indication of coming up to her floor, that was when one of her floor-mates came out of the entrance to the stairwell.
"Elevator's busted again."
"Again? That's the third time this month, you think they'd fix it by now."
"Supposedly they're fixing it now."
"Supposedly." Briar groaned and headed into the stairwell, already hating how her morning was starting. She begrudgingly made her way down all nine flights of stairs and quickly headed out of her building.
[If I'm late, Lizzie will surely kill me if the instructor doesn't first.]
Lizzie was the only friend of Briar's that actually stuck around. She had known her for a few years now, helping Briar through rough patches and giving her a place to stay when she needed it. Sure enough, ten minutes before class was supposed to start, Briar's phone started blowing up with texts from Lizzie demanding to know where she was.
TXT: Where tf are you??? TXT: Hello??? TXT: I stg if you overslept...
Briar actually laughed at the texts before responding, saying she was walking up now. She stepped into the old building, taking a breath as she made her way upstairs to the studio and into the room. She dropped her bag with the others and slipped out of her sweater and sweatpants she was wearing, leaving her in spandex shorts and a tank top. She left her socks on and walked over to where Lizzie was stretching to join her.
Lizzie was your typical girly girl: blonde hair, blue eyes, make-up done to the nines, hair perfectly pulled back into a sock bun, only the best clothes, et cetera. Briar lost herself in the music, zoning out into the lessons of the day and the music as always.
A few hours later, Briar was leaving the studio, ear buds in as she walked, humming to the music. She brushed shoulders with someone who was covered in tattoos and clearly in a mood.
"Watch where you're going maybe." He said before cussing under his breath in Spanish, not giving her so much as a look in her direction.
[Damn... Who pissed in your cheerios?]
She thought to herself as she continued walking towards her dorm, unable to stop replaying that sudden encounter. The man she had collided with had neon green hair and tattoos that covered his arms, neck, and hands from what she could see. She recalled the only two colorful tattoos surrounded by black ink. He had one that was a green lightning bolt and another that was a blue rose.
She made an exasperated sigh when she entered her building and saw the elevator was still under maintenance. After she made it up the stairs and into her room, she went straight to her desk and pulled out a sketchbook that looked like it had definitely seen better days. She flipped it open to a clean page as she dropped her bag. She plopped down at her desk and started sketching the two tattoos she remembered before they faded from her memory. When she was finished, she admired her work with a satisfied look. She left it open on her desk, her fingers now stained with charcoal and watercolor pencil. She flopped face first on her bed with a happy sigh.
Briar lazily set an alarm for a few hours from now, allowing herself to take a small nap before her evening classes. It did not take her long, before she passed out with soft snores, dreaming of the mysterious grumpy man with green hair and tattoos.
Hope you all have enjoyed the first chapter of "His Rose". I know it was a short one, but I promise things get more exciting from here! Let me know how you feel about things so far and bookmark it for when I update next! -Frog 🐸 xx
