FROM THE UNDERWORLD: QUEEN OF HELL.

CHAPTER 12.

                                       WE MEET AGAIN.

SEPHORA'S POV. 

** Lost In The Fire by The Weeknd. 

I feel a familiar pair of eyes bore into my head, turning to locate the eyes to my surprise and demise, it's none other than Leo. Fucking Leo. This damn cocky rat why did we have to be in the same College, gosh.

I double check him and I get surprised to see that he doesn't have his charming white eyes- ew ew not charming, but yes that. Instead he now has Electric blue eyes, is this his real color or.. is he covering his abnormality like I am?

Perhaps I'm finally losing it.

Upon landing his eyes on me, he excuses himself from class- more like walks out of  the class but it's more or less the same shit.
Pathetic.

My hand instinctively runs up to my neck, rubbing smooth circles around it in attempt to soothe my irrational anxiety.

I scroll through my phone, checking out Hassanal's current car collection and plotting new ways to have mine being better than his. Out of nowhere, a pair of well kept, muscular hands land on my desk.

And here I thought I'll pass the day without any interactions.

The human takes a chair from the desk in front of mine, faces the chair towards me and sits down,
"So, 3x Ivy League student, huh?"

A man, how surprising.  
I look into his hazel-green eyes and nod, my face blank of any expression. Masking my anxiousness well behind an emotionless face. He's pretty I'll give him that, like Channing Tatum kind of pretty but add a boyish charm to it.

"Excuse my manners, my name's Xander." He smiles. Pretty smile.

"Sephora," I manage to smile back. Finally, you anti-social B.

We talk for a minute before getting rudely interrupted by a light-brown haired female spawn, "Oh my word Xandy!" She squeals as she sits on his lap.

Did I mistakenly enroll into a middle school?

I'm not having this.
I stand up. Graciously fling my side bag over my shoulder, grab my phone and walk out of the classroom. I'll let her have her moment or whatever cootie act that was.

I choose to go to the bathroom wherever the hell it is while scrolling on my phone- obviously not watching where I'm going, leads me into bumping someone, someone with an extremely familiar ..scent.

"Watch where you're going."

Leo. Shit shit shit.

"Fuck." I murmur under my breath, I consider rushing past him but before I could even act out that thought, my body goes flying against the hallway wall, my back landing on it with a thud. Done by yours truly, the cocky rat.

He holds me tightly against the wall, his hands pressing on my already non-existent waist and his body inches away from me.

Today he's wearing a grey Prada oversized hoodie, white cargo pants, pure white airforces, a line of bulky rings on his right hand and a silver chain. Hot? No. Fuck that.

"Do you have a flipping problem!" I yell at him.
He narrows his eyes, seemingly frustrated at the gods know what,
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asks through gritted teeth.

I roll my eyes, is this human spawn fucking serious, "I'm here to learn, isn't that fucking obvious!" Like what else does one do at a learning institution, strip down and walk around naked? Gosh.