ELENA DEJORIA.
I'm at the library, there isn't much to do but revise in my free period. Elodie was in English and i didn't fancy hanging out with Matteo, not after our awkward conversation about Laurent. Plus, it's been a while since i've spent so long revising in the library, i sort of miss it.
"Excuse me." a voice next to me calls, i'm busy rushing down some notes from my textbook too busy to reply.
"Hold on.." i finally murmur, finishing up my sentence before i feel a push and my body gets scooted across the bench, my quill drags across my notes, i furrow my brows.
"Hey- what the hell?" i turn and face whoever was beside me, the brunette figure sits down, running a hand through his hair.
"What?" he mutters, eyeing me up and down slowly.
"Why did you do that? My notes are ruined." i raise an eyebrow at him. He rolls his eyes and man-spreads across the bench, his knee knocks against mine and rests on it, i quickly yank it back and i feel some sort of heat rushing towards my face, i ignore it and keep calm. I then realize he hasn't answered and quickly clear my throat awkwardly.
"Well..?" i tilt my head forward to get a better view as he faces me with an agitated expression.
"I did say excuse me." he says quietly, his voice low and husky.
"And i did say hold on.." i mutter quietly, pursing my lips as i face my work, a huge line drawn across my perfect notes. I sigh frustrated, grabbing a tissue and dabbing on the wet ink.
"You took too long." he says quietly, fiddling with his quill. I scoff slightly, facing him, i part my lips to protest before something hits me.
"Wait a minute," i whisper under my breath. "Kol, Kol Isoder?" i murmur quietly, an eyebrow raised. He faces me with the same blank, mopey expression.
"Yes?" his voice was still low, gruff.
"So you're the new arrival." i say quietly, slowly recognizing his face from the small glimpse i caught of him the other day.
"Mm." he grunts, nodding slowly.
"It's nice to meet you." i smile slightly, he glances at me and back at his work, unsure of what to say.
He still doesn't respond, instead, he grabs a book from his bag and drags it across the desk until it's in front of him, his face still expressionless. I watch as he opens the dusty book, flicks through its dry, sandy golden pages. His fingers trace under the letters and as his eyes scrutinize every last word. I tighten my lips into a line, finally parting them to speak.
"So--"
"No." he mumbles. I raise my brows.
"You didn't even let me finish--"
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My Kingdom of Thirst
RomanceElena Dejoria, the second oldest in a royal family of four, attends a private academy for royals. She's been in her sisters shadow for years and a new arrival has enrolled into the academy, in hope of becoming friends, he quickly evolves into the pe...