Serendipity ;
(n.) Finding something good without looking for it
This book contains mature, gay ass content. As well as contents that fall into the field of BDSM so if you ain't with that or the girlxgirl type of books then babes move along.
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POV: Jophiel (Joey) Campbell
I turned to Chase "Run" was all she said.
I dashed back down the opposite end of the hall, cutting through the sea of people to escape my death. The thumping of my footsteps disturbs the partial silence within the school. I keep running. My heart is thudding, I feel hot, I'm hungry...but I need to keep running. I want to get away, I have to get away. As I get closer to the fire exit of the school, I force the door open & my flushed face invites the cold drizzle falling from the now gloomy sky above. I stop dead in my tracks once figures clothed head to toe in all black submerge from around the corner. FUCK!
Before my mind can make the decision, my feet concentrate on getting me away, leading me quickly to the nearest window. These windows were huge as fuck, making my size the perfect fit. I threw my book bag in first and myself second.
When I tell you my life was flashing before my eyes. My heart sunk 6 feet under when she was already there expecting my entrance, blunt in hand, arms crossed and body slumped against the wall. This was my first time seeing Avril..and probably my last too. Her whole ambiance perfumed dominance, ruthlessness, and control. It was the sexiest and scariest intoxication I had felt yet. Avril wore nifty clothes and her spicy aroma filled the room, which was appealing. Her hair was a modest length, thick, coarse, and pulled into the rough locks that looked like many little braids but weren't. Her hawkish nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw and slightly broad shoulders were part of her tall, shaped physique which was littered in a balanced amount of tattoos. Her skin was autumn brown and seemed as smooth as moonstone. She was the living definition of flawless. She grabbed a chair and walked with a tiger-like tread to the center of the empty room as she sat down, leaning forward and propping each arm upon each thigh. I stood right where I was.
"Come closer. Let's have chat, shall we?" It was more of a demand than a suggestion as her scythe-shaped eyebrows twisted while she sparked her blunt once more, then taking a long-drawn pull.
"No! Fuck you! You can't make me do shit! What the fuck do you want from me anyway?! If you're gonna kill me just do it for fuck's sake! Get it over with! Don't sit there waiting like a damn idio-" I was cut short from my rhetoric once she slid out a gun, steering it right in my direction.
"Crawl" was all she said before I could feel a charge up my spine as I was falling to my knees like a lost puppy. I had no idea what the fuck had gotten into me. It was like this voice was instructing me to do as she would, should, and could tell me. I gently dragged my knees across the floor with my head hung low. "Sit" I rested right in front of her on my knees. She held her gun to my temple with a face of utter nonchalance but her star-shadow black eyes still twinkled.
