age || devin gordon

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chapter one || him.

The first time I seen him, I knew trouble was coming my way. He was the kind of person I should've stayed clear of, but fate has a funny way of messing up people's plans.

He was the type of person to go out, mess around with girls then turn around and break their hearts. He had them wrapped around his finger, anything he said they would do. Too bad he never really loved them anyway.

It was hard not to stare at him as he made his way over to me, he was very handsome. He was very tall and fit, his hair was jet black but there were blonde highlight in it. It went well with his chocolate complexion. His lips were big and pink, his smile brightened up the room and his hazel eyes glistened in the light.

I must have a sign on my head that says "fuckboys come at me" because that's all I've been attracting lately.

"Hey," he said, I could barley hear him over the blasting music. My older siblings, Kevin and Shari decided to throw a party last minute. I'm not much of a party person though, I rather be alone but they said I couldn't leave the house so here I am.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing in the kitchen all alone?" He leaned against the counter I was currently sitting on, he was a little too close if you ask me.

His breath smelt like alcohol and mint. I usually don't like the smell of alcohol that's why I don't drink, but with him I guess it was okay.

"I don't like the crowd." I shouted to make sure he heard me. He let out a throaty laugh and shook his head.

"If you don't like parties what are you doing here?"

"I had no choice but to be here, if I could I would have left before the party even started." I looked down at my shoes as I swung my feet. A piece of my hair fell in front of my face but I just left it there.

I felt his cold hand glide across my cheek as he tucked the strand of hair behind my ear. I looked up at him, the lights beaming around the house, made his eyes shine.

One eye was grey and the other was hazel with specks of grey, his eyes were changing and they were beautiful.

"If you weren't here right now, I wouldn't have been able to talk to you." I smiled softly but it soon faded away when two questions popped into my head.

What's his name and old is he?

"What's your name and how old are you?" I asked curiously.

"Devin and does my age really matter?"

"Yes, it does."

"I'm 21, how about you?"

My eyes widened. 21? I'm only 17, I know it's four years difference but still. I'm a minor and he's considered an adult.

"21? I'm 17, whatever this is," I pointed between me and him. "Can't work out so let's stop it now." I hop off the counter and stand face to face with him. Damn he's tall.

"Age ain't nothing but a number baby." Devin licked his lips and smiled.

"Yeah and my foot ain't nothing but a weapon so I advice you to stop talking to me." I push past him and walk through the living room.