HIS NAME IS AIDEN.
Although it is a preferably common name, both around the country and also around the school, the five simple characters strike terror in Eastwood High School. The name—rather simple syllables anyone can behold—will heave a veil of trepidation, curling around their wrist to unable to move while perilous sensations lurk from below. Some people will presumably question the explanation of this—how the possibility of his name can cause so much trouble. Seeing that it is not just his name that causes this— but rather what arrives with it.
Mia thinks she has heard it all. That name. She takes notice of his name wherever she goes. It isn't manageable for anyone to escape such a poison-coating name.
What he does and what he does not do doesn't matter in Eastwood High School, people gossip, and they gossip vastly so. So much so that it is impossible to single out a truth in a bundle of lies, it comes to be outlandish.
Dark, heavy rumors and conspiracies float above Mia's head, discussing over actions supposedly handled by Aiden. He has made a solid point coming across the amount of time his fist has lain upon the opponent, willingly or unwillingly, and how the challenger has bent regretfully against his rage. It didn't matter at one point, once Aiden initiates he doesn't stop. Ever. The tales twitch and turn around the actions of stealing goods, cheating, illegal street fighting, assault charges, burning a building down to ash, and stealing a cat — which to Mia was a failed attempt to figure out why that tends to be relevant— illegal street racing, vandalism, police hanging over him like a second skin. All that is Illegal. Illegal. Illegal.
They are all rumors sticking on the walls, plaguing people's minds and discussions.
Mia never dares not to voice out loud but her mind is indeed occupied by a certain someone. She has been going to the same school as him since freshman year—nothing of this is news to her. But this time it feels different.
No one recognizes her when she pulls the doors open to Eastwood High School, of course, however, the air inside the school's walls seems quite unusual. It is eerie of the aura skimming the walls suddenly is smothering her. It casts a shadow of rigid apprehension and Mia closes a fist around her chest. Her head turns and when the shrieking noise around the halls doesn't surpass her ears she closes her eyes. No, no, no! This can not be happening! Her heart suddenly throbs loudly against her rib cage and she finally knows what is to come.
This isn't supposed to happen, Mia thinks. The gossip. The rumors. The whispers. All of it surrounds her, clinging her closer to the core's end.
It has been a while since she last felt this way, being consumed by the amount of buzz, and without even being a minute inside Eastwood High School she realizes her fate like everyone else. It was like he has become renowned overnight and by the thick cloud of uncertainty, she can feel his control over everyone again, lurking around the shadows.
Her grip on the straps of her backpack tightens as she walks down the hallway, desperate to escape the wickedness that has devoured the hallways.
She comes to a halt, those sprouting roots traveling up her legs, holding her hostage. She doesn't expect herself to become so nervous with cheeks that flush with affliction.
And there he is.
He seems. . . both foreign and familiar moving toward her, like an old-time lost friend with a familiar sensation of an ancient emotion bubbling up past your sternum. Except this is rather a tension building bullet which aim is towards everyone and certainly not a friend. The feelings she thought she had tucked away in an emotion-proof box with a lid that has the proficiency to suck away the desperation she has for that boy suddenly snap open with a hast, leaving her crammed with emotions she feels anguish. She feels it all over again.
Completely overlooking the truth that this boy is destructive and fierce and should be altogether ignored, her eyes run without permission over his sturdy arms that can undoubtedly crush her to pieces. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his jacket— and she recognizes the jacket because he never takes it off.
Some things are left just the same like his hair which always seems to have the perfect length that Mia likes. Wavy and fluffy dark brown on top of his head that curls around the end of his ears to his neck. He always ran a heavy hand through that beautiful hair of his to avoid those locks from falling over his eyes.
As other aspects were foreign— those eyes of his never changed. They hold so much anger. So much irritation and fury it can erase one's existence with a wink. He appears taller but that might just be the amount of glory and control he possesses. The way he holds himself up with his long strides, his hair that Mia can not seem to get enough of it. His dark, dark eyes hold so many mysteries and surely can look into one's soul and consume it. His arms, his hands, and his shoulders are exquisite. The ink on his skin that Mia all desperately wants to unravel. His mouth. His gorgeous lips and the way he just carries himself with so much madness and he is just so so so handsome.
She almost doesn't take notice but it doesn't surprise Mia that Lucas, who is Aiden's closest friend, is walking beside him. Lucas' blonde hair is up in two French braids and he holds a similar look in his green eyes. They both have changed so much because no one has seen them in months. After all, they were both gone. And why is that? The million-dollar question.
Although at this moment she most definitely should have scrambled away from him but her feet won't move. He has not caught sight of her standing just a few feet away from him and she is certain he won't until he lifts his head from the floor.
Mia's eyes go wide when Aiden's hollow eyes lock themselves on hers. They are just as dark to look at as she imagined. It sends shivers down her spine.
His expression and eyes never bend and she is convinced he would look away from her just as fast as his eyes met hers. But they never do. And she can not find herself to look away either. It is like their eyes are pulled taut with a vigorous strength and either is willing to surrender. Mia has a thought that feels foolish but she can almost sense that desperation, hunger, and absolute hopelessness in his eyes, practically like the same thing her eyes are signaling. It is idiotic because there is no way he would be feeling the same way as her.
His eyes never leave hers until that moment he finally crosses and goes past her. So close his bicep nearly brushes against her shoulder. She finally takes a step back. She doesn't dare to look back, to the path he is walking. She doesn't dare to discover if he glances back at her.
Mia gulps.
The sudden uneasiness hits her like a slap to the face. All of the buzzes, whispers, rumors. It makes everything clear.
Aiden is back. And it looks like he's going to be staying for a while.
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Sins of Aiden
Romance"You know I'll find out who did that to you. And they better wish for a headstart." I snap my gaze up. His voice turned awry in my ears at the menacing promise. I stare at him, blinking. "Why are you so obsessed with knowing who did this to me?" "W...
