𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗

His piercing green eyes are focused solely on me, And he looks annoyed with my presence. But the only thing I can focus on is how pretty his eyes are, how ethereal, how majestic and magical they are.

But the Embarrassment hits me to my core, and my hands reach to wipe the tear stains off my cheeks, Ignoring the heat creeping up my neck and his glare directed toward me.

I breathe out and turn my head away from him, before I fucking die from his constant never ending eye contact. He sighs, Loudly. And before I know it he's walking towards me, I can't help but advert my gaze back onto him.

He walks in purposeful a stride, while dread and annoyance remains in his expression. He isn't even trying to hide the fact he'd rather be anywhere but here. And now I am wishing the same thing.

Maybe if I glare at him he'll take a hint and fuck off.. Respectfully of course.

His figure towers over me, and suddenly I feel small and vulnerable, and the need to stand up to attempt and size him up. But I physically don't want to, My body is screaming at me 'no' And for once I obey it.

I can't help the way my eyes scan his body in curiosity. He has dark brown curls that is a shade so dark it's almost black, His lightly tanned skin makes his emerald green eyes pop in the sunlight. And his lips are so pink, so very pink, and full. His nose is straight and his brows are thick.

"What's wrong with you?" He has a deep throaty voice, rough and rugged. And annoyance is very visibly strung onto it. I sniffle, and look forward. "Nothing." I shrug, hugging my knees.

He scoffs, bending down to my level. Somehow this only adds to the intimidating vibe he's giving me, I almost want to scoot myself away. But once again my body refuses to move. "I hope you are crying because something is wrong, And not just for attention." Yeah okay fuck off.

"I'll cry if I want to fucking cry. What's it to you?" I snap at him in frustration and annoyance. The words slip out of my mouth with no hesitation, Not even after do I feel an ounce regret.

He waggles his brows, drawing back surprised almost. And then he pokes his tongue through his cheek, Staring at me so intently, so intrigued. I can't help but look away and ignore the heat suddenly drowning my body.

"So you are just crying for attention?" He asks, although I catch the mischievous lint to his tone. It annoys me even more.

I sigh, force myself to look back at him without studying every different thing about his face. This time with narrowed eyes. "No." I mumble, wipe my nose.

"Then why are you crying?" He asks. I look away purposely, trying to decide whether I should pour my heart out and dump all my problems on this boy, Rather than cry and keep it to myself. And I prefer the second one.

But before I have the chance to decide, his thumb his holding my chin and he's turning my head around to face him. I freeze, Like a deer reacting to bright lights. It's an instinct for me. Freezing. A lump forges in the pit of my throat, And I suck in a breath.