Chapter 3, Enzo Elrod

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Wow chapter 3 and already meeting each other!? The next chapter is going to be Enzo's POV  for you guys to get to know him a little bit.

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Marie's POV:

They guy looks stressed and he's looking around like some maniac, I hope he didn't escape from the crazy people house or whatever you want to call it. He looks about my age. While I stood there looking at him trying to see why he looks so stressed and trying to read him like a book. He's wearing a tight shirt from a suit but not the jacket, but the shirts fits him perfectly and shows a little bit off his abs outlining. When I look up we make eye contact he stares, I stare. He has beautiful green eyes which I can stare into all day.

Fuck! This is weird but I find it comforting.. The way his single stare from his apple green eyes can make my knees weak... I forget about everything...

I wonder how his touch would feel. I think to myself. While I stare at him he's looking at me as if he's trying to look for something.. in me..

A smirk appears on his face and the staring turns into a staring competition, he seems to calm down a bit. I just stare at him like a child, waiting for something to happen. Why does he make me feel like this? He's a stranger.. I don't even know him!

Yeah sure he's a stranger but a very hot stranger.

My voice of reason says. I know, I answer back. No don't think like that Marie!

We are still staring at each other. Damn I can't! My eyes are burning like crazy!! He looks perfectly fine while my eyes are drying out.. How does he even do that is he like part wizard, that cast a spell to keep his eyes from drying out?

He sees that I can't do it anymore and a grin appears on his face. Oh no! I'm not loosing this stupid staring competition.. I'm not weak! As he sees me stepping up my game his grin disappears. Haha! I laugh at him through my thoughts. But fuck! Does my eyes burn.

As I slowly start looking at his body I notice how he has a perfect body with his perfectly tights shirt that compliments his abs... As I'm looking at his perfectly sculpted body he has hazel hair and apple green eyes. I forget about the staring competition, and I blink. Noo! Come on!

Fuck me I yell at myself. That idiot even does a little victory dance and I glare at him. But he looks so stupid while doing it. I just can't help laughing at him, he sees me laughing and a small smile makes its way up his lips..

Those lips would be perfect to kiss

my voice of reason says. Yeah... what noo! I answer back why do I even call it 'my voice of reason' it's not a voice of reason. When he broke eye contact.. I'm back to reality back to this shitty world.

When he looked at me I felt safe... What no!? he's a stranger.. When I look back up he's gone.. gone!? I felt a pit in my stomach when I scanned the room and couldn't find him. I hope he's okay.

He's gone.. I remind myself again... gone... I repeat

I went onto my phone and went through Instagram in hopes that the time will go by faster, and I can forget about the guy, but I couldn't stop thinking about him.. what was his name? Where is he from? And why did he look so scared? With all these questions filling my mind and pulling me into my thoughts I quickly snap out of it, and I'm back on Instagram looking at a cute puppy eating some good looking ice cream.. can dogs eat ice cream?

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