𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬┊✓

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brumous (adj.) of grey skies + winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog; relating to winter or cold, sunless weather —
[origin: english]

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I stumbled back, actually, no. I was literally falling backwards. I closed my eyes ready for the impact, but never felt it. No, you know why? Because the person I walked into caught me by the waist. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the sight in front me. It was all too much to take in. Tilting my head up, just a little, the sight took my breath away. Oh no, I actually mean my breath hitched in my throat. This boy standing before me, he was handsome and breathtaking. Holy frack. It was enough to make me sin. He had a strong jawline, combed back hair, teal eyes that were easy to get lost in, his hands around my waist were big, and rough, he was also really light skin. His ears were pierced, he had an industrial piercing, and his nose, so pointed, had a nose piercing and ring. His arms were inked with tattoos, tattoos of all kind, and they ran under his shirt sleeve and up his neck. God his neck. There were beautiful patterns and it was divine. Everything about him screamed hot and trouble. And I was welcoming it. It's like God sent him himself. Okay, you can't even lie, he's reaaally hot. What is even happening right now? Oh my fracking god! I'm late to my first fracking class. Frack! Nonono!

It wasn't until the boy holding me cleared his throat.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," he smirked. Oh yes, those were his famous first words. Asshole. But there was also no lying with the fact that his voice was sexy and deep. Okay, what the hell is actually wrong with me right now?

"I like your approach, now let's see your departure," I retorted, smirking victoriously, while his smirk disappeared.

He shook his head and helped me stand upright, until I almost fell again. Pain shot up in my right leg. Oh frack. I forgot. Yeah, this boy's leg slammed right into my right leg and I'm about to die.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concern lacing his voice. Oh my god, I could cry with the amount of pain I'm feeling. Frack!

"N-no. Frack," I hissed, "Can you just like, set me down, and brace me against the lockers?" My voice sounded weak. Weaker than it was ever supposed to sound. Nonetheless, he helped me, looking beyond concerned. There was nothing to concerned about though.

I reached for my duffle and pulled out a gauge. I had this terrible bone injury thanks to fracking soccer last year. I wrapped it and even when I was finished, the handsome boy was still there, in front of me. But his whole demeanor had changed. He looked emotionless, cold, his face blank and void of anything.

"What's your name?" He asked, sounding dangerously cold. So cold, it made me shiver slightly.

"Adrianna," it came out in such a whisper, like the ghost of the word.

"Beautiful," he whispered, so quietly, softly, and smooth, I wasn't sure I was supposed to hear it. His eyes looked distant though.

He stood up and offered me a hand, which I gladly took.

"What's you're first class?" He asked in the same tone.

"Forensics." I stated simply.

"Do me a favour and watch where the fuck you're going next time bitch," he growled, walking in the opposite direction. The frack? Is he fracking for real?

I walk down the hall, into the lab, already ready for this day to be over. As I entered, Pyper was looking around frantically and everyone was in their own bubbles of conversation. True to her words, Pyper held a seat for me at a lab table, along with a boy sitting on her right.