The Devil In My Eye

chapter one

Romeo's pov

As I groggily open my eyes, the first thing that  I notice is the disarray that surrounds me. My bedroom, bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, is a huge chaotic mess of scattered belongings. 

Clothes lie strewn across the floor, some even on my chair,  a jumble of colors and textures. The bed, where I spent a restless night tossing and turning, is a tangle of twisted sheets and crumpled blankets. Piles of books and papers clutter my desk, mingling with half-empty coffee cups . The air is heavy with the musty scent of unwashed laundry and stale coffee, a rather disgusting reminder of my neglect. As I slowly sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the disarray that surrounds me.

As I inhale the musty scent that hangs heavy in the air, a wave of disgust washes over me. The stale odor of unwashed laundry and old coffee grounds fills my nostrils, a reminder of the neglect that has consumed my once orderly room. I cast my gaze around the cluttered space, taking in the chaos that surrounds me. Clothes strewn across the floor, books and papers piled haphazardly on my desk – it's a visual representation of the disarray that has crept into every corner of my life.

I remember now, the reason behind this neglect. The countless assignments and deadlines that loomed over me, demanding my time and attention. I had become so consumed by the constant pressure to keep up, to stay on top of my workload, that I let everything else fall by the wayside. And now, as I sit in the midst of this mess, I can't help but feel a pang of regret for allowing my surroundings to mirror the chaos that has taken hold of my mind.

After getting ready,  I made my way downstairs, the aroma of breakfast filled the air, but my appetite was nowhere to be found. My mom had lovingly prepared a meal for me, but the sight of it only made me feel guilty for neglecting my responsibilities.

The only thing that was playing in the back of my mind was the odor that made dog shit seem like some sort of joke. As I sat down, I slowly lost my appetite. My mom then looks at me with a serious tone "what's wrong sweetie?" She asks as she can see me staring at the pancakes. "Do you feel Ill? Do you need to stay home?"

After my mom asked if I needed to stay home, I shook my head and insisted that I was fine. I forced down the pancakes she had made, even though the thought of food still made me feel nauseous. The pancakes were a heavenly sight, golden brown and fluffy, topped with a melting pat of butter and a drizzle of sweet maple syrup with whipped cream, strawberries and blueberries made my mouth water with anticipation.

As I grabbed my bag and prepared to leave, my mom said goodbye with a worried look in her eyes. I tried to reassure her with a forced smile, pushing down the guilt that slapped me. With a heavy heart, I walked out the door and headed to school, the weight of my neglected responsibilities weighing me down.

I  put on my headphones and tuned out the world around me with music, trying to block out the curious glances and whispers that  followed me because of my heterochromia. The mismatched colors of my eyes had always drawn attention, a constant reminder of my otherness in a world that seemed determined to judge and categorized  But as I walked to school, the music in my ears provided a temporary shield against the prying eyes and whispered comments that trailed behind me.

This was normal for me, the looks people gave were a horrid sight,  it's annoying as hell, but to be honest I'm not that type of guy to be all depressed over something as stupid as this. It makes no sense how does my bad luck and my business have anything to do with others?

Simple, the answer is.. it doesn't. It really doesn't have anything to do with them, they all are nothing but a bunch of assholes who like juicy gossip and stories to keep their fat nosy asses entertained.

Well actually, I don't blame them. My right eye is pretty scary but the way these people carry on is insane, they even have a problem with me going to the most prestigious school in the city, however I must truly state, that I am that type of boy who clearly doesn't give two fucks about these pieces of shit.

I never have and I never will however there is only one guy that always gets on my nerves

And his name is mahiru

As I reached school, the familiar sound of a voice cut through the chatter of the crowded hallway. It was Mahiru, my long-time bully, his sneering tone unmistakable even from a distance. A wave of annoyance  washed over me as I braced myself for the encounter, knowing all too well the kind of torment  that awaited me at his hands.

Mahiru stood tall and confident in his school uniform, showing  an air of effortless charm and charisma. His jet-black hair was perfectly styled, framing his angular face and  his piercing emerald green eyes that seemed to gleam with a hint of mischief. Despite his handsome features, there was a coldness in his gaze that sent a chill down my spine, a reminder of the cruelty that lurked behind his captivating facade

Standing behind Mahiru were his three lackeys, plain-looking boys in their school uniforms who seemed to fade into the background they are not really important, just a bunch of ants working for queen bee, or more like king bee.  One had short brown hair and glasses, another had unruly black hair, and the third had a freckled face and a nervous expression. They were like shadows, always lingering behind Mahiru, ready to follow his lead without question.

"Romeo, oh Romeo, where far arthou Romeo!" He says in a mocking voice thereafter giving a light but gentle Snicker, he then continues mocking me and saying other rude things too. What other things, you ask? Well don't ask me, I was to pissed off to remember

As Mahiru's words washed over me, I felt a growing sense of annoyance building within. It wasn't so much what he was saying that bothered me, but rather the mere fact that he was speaking at all. I tuned out his taunts and insults, my focus instead drawn to the irritating sound of his voice and the arrogant smirk that played on his lips. Despite my best efforts to ignore him, the constant presence of his bullying was like a persistent itch that refused to go away.

"Are you done now?" I ask with a clearly visible annoyed expression on my face he then looks at me and I cringed at his monstrous face and was about to walk away until he grabbed my hands and pinned me to the wall

As I turned to walk away, a sudden force grabbed my wrists, pulling me back with a jolt. Before I could react, I found myself pinned against the wall, Mahiru's grip tight  My heart raced with a mix of fear and hatred , my mind racing as I struggled against his hold, the weight of his dominance pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket.

"You piece of shit, I'm not done with you, who the fuck gave you the right to walk away huh?" He says with a cold glare.

Mahiru, had me in a tight grip, his fingers digging into my wrists as he held me in place, a smug smirk plastered across his face. My heart raced as the crowd closed in around us, the weight of their expectant gazes settling heavily upon me. I knew they were watching, waiting for a fight to start. Just then, the sound of the bell echoed through the corridor, cutting through the tension like a knife. The crowd, momentarily stunned by the interruption, began to disperse, leaving me and Mahiru alone in an  empty hallway

Mahiru let's go of me , after one of his lackey whispered something quietly into his ear. Mahiru's eyes widened and he then looked at me with a giant smirk 

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A/n: and that's the end of the first chapter!! Next time there will be a pretty girl involved 😆

I hope you enjoyed it!!