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1: enigma of bad juju

E n i g m a
of bad juju
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THERE wasn't much else in life I desired more than a good book, a caramel latte, and the red plushy beanbag-chair seated in the hidden back corner in the library between rows of shelving.

Really, the only thing more desirable would be if the male character in said-book was to step out and flash me his pearly whites while sweeping me off my feet. Yeah. I think then I would be able to die happy.

I looked up, startled as the bookshelf in front of me begun to rattle violently; the indistinguishable noises making my brows furrow in worry. My mind instantly leaped to an alien invasion --no doubt a needed thank you to the Lux novel series for that one. The sounds became louder, innocent bystanding books started to fall, and my heart thumped erratically. What was-

"Oh! Ash-" The rest was cut off by more muffled sounds.

The moan was a clear give away as I quickly pushed up my glasses, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks almost instantly. That was my cue to leave.

Trying my best not to be seen by Ash[ton] and his latest conquest, I slid off the beanbag-chair, crawling on my hands and knees towards the entrance. It was a struggle as my scalding coffee dangerously sloshed towards the open mouth piece each time I would inch my way towards safety.

"Ouch!" I yelped loudly as my head banged into something solid -another book shelf- while I was paying attention on not getting burned. Oh the irony.

"Shît!" I heard the angry growl behind me. "Who the Fûck's there?"

If they were looking this way, I would be directly in their line of view if I moved even a little bit to the right. Which was where my one and only escape route lay between the bookshelves. Do I risk it?

"If I catch you, creep, you're DEAD!"

I risked it.

Ignoring my sizzling flesh as I begun to crawl faster and more carelessly, I made my way quickly along the carpeted pathway between the shelves. My shoelace was quickly snagged in something as I stuck out my tongue and tried to silently yank it free. With one of my eyes closed I tried once more with a huff.

Man, it was really stuck.

Deciding to take a quick look, my eyes immediately grew wide behind my glasses. There was a shoe on it. To be more exact: a six-foot-four muscled male body stood before me connected to that shoe. His buttoned shirt was opened, giving the world a very nice preview if what he'd been hiding under all of those clothes of his. (One word; muscles. Lots and lots of rippling muscles.) My face once again flooded with the rush of blood as I swept a look down his towering body, mentally noting how his striped boxers peaked out of his unzipped jeans. At that my eyes flew up to his devilishly handsome face.

"What the fûck are you looking at? Were you following me?" He spat out, letting my shoelace go from under his boot with a warning kick that just missed me.

I quickly stood to my shaky feet, backing away, "I-I wasn't..." I trailed off, catching the murderous gleam in his black eyes. Okay, they were actually a very very dark blue. Almost obsidian if obsidian had a touch of blue instead of green. But they were still evil and created fear in all who dared to look. That included me.

I tightly clutched my book and coffee to my pounding chest, feeling like I should run now... I just had to tell my legs. And maybe start breathing again. The silence droned on awkwardly as I watched him size me up. He looked amused. Like when an arrogant little twelve year old tries to fight someone twice his size and age. It was degrading and made me want to cry. One look and I was suddenly a piece of trash stuck underneath his boot.

Behind him, a beautiful leggy blonde with messy hair walked up, her blue eyes glaring at me. "Ash, baby-"

"Pîss off." He pushed her advances off with a hiss, his eyes never leaving mine as he filled my body with anxiety and self-hatred. "Fûcking creep." He sneered lowly at me, pushing passed my stunned body with a shove. "Look at me again and I'll end you." Using a voice that sent my stomach churning, he grasped the cheerleaders arm, pulling her behind him.

The blonde smirked at me, mouthing the word 'creep' before being violently torn away.

My knees buckled under me as I collapsed my weight into the books. Too intense. Ashton Ryder was too intense.

Even with a school as largely populated as Mika High, Ashton Ryder was the infamous and beloved bad boy everybody knew. He was sexy, an asshole, shrouded in mystery, kept to himself, and screwed anything with two legs and a... Well you get it. The guy was an enigma of bad energy and everyone wanted a hit off of it.

But no. Too intense. That enigma of bad juju could gladly never come near me again. In fact, the only thing I desired more than my book character coming to life: never being noticed by Ashton Ryder again.

But I guess, life has a way of giving you the exact opposite of what you asked for, doesn't it?