Angel Boy

Touch.

   The rest of the school day had passed, and I had yet to find out who my Closet Casanova was. 

   The first thing I had noticed when I exited the small, hot closet was the swelling in my wrist had diminished. The joint wasn’t sore, no pulsating could be felt underneath my skin. And when I walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, the bruised skin upon my cheek had almost completely healed. 

   Even my genius smarts couldn’t fathom a logical explanation.

   The boys said something about my face, but I steered them away from the topic. By the time I reached my cold home, I had never been more confused in my life.

The words on the pages of the book became a blur. I blinked my heavy eyelids, clearing my vision. 

   I was almost done with Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. The three other books awaiting on top of the polished bookshelf.

   Reading had always been my guilty pleasure. They had always been there for me when no one was. They kept me company when I was the loneliest in my miserable life. I found it fascinating how a book--composed of twenty-six letters in different orders--could make you feel pure emotions. They could make you sad, happy, mad. They can take you on adventure half-way across the world, or even in a whole different dimension, all the while you sit at home.

   I leaned forward, one hand supporting the weight of my head, the other holding open the book. My eyes drank in the words, the story building up its climax. Something was about to happen to Nora when a loud crash came from outside. 

   Instantly, I snapped my gaze to the glass balcony doors, the curtains closed. The strain in my neck made my face slightly grimace, but it didn’t stop the fear squeezing my heart. 

   I was the only one home. No maids, no Father, and definitely no Mother.

   Slowly, I stood up from the black leather chair I was sitting up. I grabbed the book, using it as a weapon if needed be. My breathing became ragged, my eyes never tearing away from the glass doors. Another sound from outside made me jump, almost making me back down.

   When my bare feet reached the glass doors, I pressed my back against the silk curtains. My left hand reached out, grasping the edge. Breathing in a deep breath and closing my eyes tightly, I gathered enough insane courage to swing the curtain away from the its original spot, yank open the door, and throw the book as hard as my arm could muster. 

   The book hit something. 

   “What the fu--” 

   My eyes snapped open at the familiar voice, then I saw red.

   “Levi,” I sneered, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

   He held the thrown book in his hands. When he heard his name, his pale eyes trailed up to my eyes. The sweatpants that adorned my legs and the tight tank-top suddenly felt uncomfortable and unprofessional-like in front of Levi. He was use to seeing gorgeous women in thousand dollar dresses and makeup painted on to precision. 

   Levi didn’t say anything, only looking down to the cover of the book. He scoffed. “Well, that’s ironic.”

   It clicked to what he was talking about. Hush, Hush was about fallen angel and the Nephilim race. 

   “Again,” I said, my patience wearing thin, “why are you here?”

   Like before, Levi avoided the question. His long, lean legs took swift strides to reach me. His hand hooked under my chin, turning my head to where the dime-sized bruise I still wore on my cheek. 

   Taken back by surprise by the way his touch caused my body to react, I shoved him away, rubbing the spot where my skin burned from his flesh had touched. 

   “I see you’re healing well,” Levi said, smiling smugly.

   “What?” I voice my confusion, my eyebrows dipping together. 

   “Want to know a fact?” Levi asked me. 

   My mouth opened, about to spew frowned upon language when his words registered in my mind. I was one that craved new knowledge. How could one little fact hurt?

   My shoulders shrugged, which urged him on.

   Levi leaned casually on the decorative concrete railing, look laid-back and without a care in the world. His arms crossed over his broad chest, the black T-shirt hugged his muscles’ movements. The way the moonlight hit him made it appear that he had a faint halo above his head. 

   Ironic.

   “Little know fact about Angels,” he started, his fingers reaching up to wipe the corners of his mouth, “is that we can heal people.”

   I stared at him, not fully believing him. “Really?” I deadpanned.

   A crooked, boyish smile appeared on his face. It made my heart twinge. “You don’t believe me?”

   My arms crossed over my chest, the tank-top sliding up my hips. Levi’s eyes flickered to the spot quick, but not quick enough. “How can you heal?”

   “Well,” he cleared his throat, “our blood for instance. Drink a cup of that and it’s basically a years worth of healing a mortal body within minutes. Don’t look at me like that, I’m just saying.”

   My nose had scrunched in disgust. “You’re saying people drink your blood?”

   Levi rolled his eyes. “No, I’m stating a fact. The most common way to heal a human would be,” he paused, his eyes boring into my own, “to share saliva.”

   A beat passed. His sentence seemed to hold a double meaning. One that I was suppose to catch on to. 

   Then slowly, it hit me. It hit me like a bug flying onto a speeding car’s window. 

   Levi was Closet Casanova.

   My eyes widened. Blood rushed to my cheeks. “It was you.”

   Levi brightly smiled, making my already fast beating heart go into overdrive. “I knew that intelligent brain of yours would eventually get it.”

   I looked away from Levi’s face, fearing he would see the blush that claimed my cheeks. I wasn’t the one to blush. 

   But Levi--being a Bird--had impeccable vision, even in the dark. “Are-Are you blushing?”

   He stepped closer to me, smile evident in his deep voice. 

   I snapped my glare to him. “Y-You never answered my question. Why are you here?” I asked, desperately wanting to get him off topic.

   He smiled, as if catching onto my thoughts. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets. “I wanted to check in on you. No biggie.”

   “Well, yes, as you can see I’m fine. You can leave now.” I turned around, starting to walk towards the glass doors. I wanted this eventful day and embarrassing night to end. 

   “Wait,” said Levi, his designer shoes echoing off the balcony’s ground. His hand wrapped around my wrist, gently pulling me back. I inhaled a sharp breath as a warmth seared through my arm and down my spine. Goosebumps exploded on my skin, even though the nice air was warm and the breeze was stilled. 

   I turned to look at him with expecting eyes.

   “Come fly with me.”

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