I had this really weird dream last night, there was this male presence watching me, I could see everything as if I was having an outer body experience. Even weirder, its face was just a blur. In my head, I knew they were there and I was completely fine with it. As weird as it sounds, I was not alone, there was someone with me, there had to be.
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Daisy and I have had classes with each other all day and it's finally last period. We have biology, I hope I can sit next to someone descent.
"Hey, you must be Liz? I'm Mrs. Olsen, you can take a seat next to uh..." she pauses, scratching her head, "Grayson here" motioning towards a, if I must, very attractive boy. As I walk over, he and I simultaneously lock eyes. Chewing on the inside of my lip, I divert my gaze only to feel him scan me further. I reach the desk and just plonk myself into the chair.
Not even like five minutes go past and this guy starts shuffling his chair away, he must look so uncomfortable being next to me. Again, not even ten minutes go by, this time he looks like he's gonna spew. Although, making it through the class, he sprints for the door at the sound of the bell.
"Everyone remember your test on Friday!" Mrs... what's her name? Ah shit, I don't know and to be honest don't care.
What did I do to that guy? He cant just judge me like that. I mean, maybe he just enjoys his privacy, in that case, I can't really fault him.
"Hey Liz, don't take it personal. Grayson likes to keep himself to himself when he isn't being such an asshole who is too far up his own ass in popularity." Daisy points out.
Daisy and I decided to get some pizza. I don't have a car yet and Daisy doesn't drive, so her mom ended up taking us.
"What time would you like picking up girls?"
"Uh 8?"
"Yes, be careful."
"Mom, we're eating pizza. We're not doing some illegal ish and getting knocked up by some drug dealers." Daisy makes me giggle at her sudden sassiness. She's pretty chill if I'm being honest, but she's so happy, like all of the time. I kinda wish we could all be like that.
Aiming for a secluded booth at the back of the parlour, I, of course, bump into the one and only Ethan, yet a-goddamn-gain.
"Oh sorry my bad..., Liz?"
"Oh uh hi" I mumble, looking up at him.
"Uh... would you maybe like to join my brother and I?" He asks, kind of shy but with a glimmer of hope in his seemingly prefect eyes.
"Uh, I would... But, Daisy and I kind of planned a 'girls night out' type of thing" I physically draw air quotation marks to prove the point.
"Oh yeah I understand."
"Sorry Eth."
"It's cool, I'll see you around?"
"Yeah sure" I smile before he walks away.
Proceeding on the voyage of claiming a booth, the waiter calls us from across the parlour, "EXCUSE ME! Right this way". He escorts us to the booth right opposite Ethan and... wait. Grayson?
"Are they...?"
"Twins? Yeah, what a fortunate family right?" I laugh but damn, thank you god for bringing such heavenly creatures to this earth. Amen.
We order our food and drinks and shortly after they arrive. Every time a specific waiter passes, he winks at me... huh weird. Here I am being my usual potato self.
Daisy and I just got to know each other better and talked about, you know the usual. Boys, makeup, clothes... so on. I'm not a girly girl but I'm also not a tomboy, I like lounging in sweatpants but I also like to wear dresses and stuff. On the other hand, I love doing makeup, it's like an art.
This whole time I could feel eyes burning deep into my soul. Me being me I just blame it on my subconscious, I mean I look like a potato. I am a potato. I embrace my inner potato. Although, every now and again I locked eyes with Grayson. I'm sure earlier on his eyes were brown but now they are a piercing emerald green.
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"Thanks for the ride, see you tomorrow" I smile at daisy and her mom.
Yass! Honey I'm home, time to cuddle once again. Who else would I be referring to other than my bed?
I just wonder what my dreams will bring me tonight. Maybe that guy will be unmasked?
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Half Dead ~ G.D.
FanfictionShe is young and naive, attracting the wrong kind of attention. He is a manipulative monster using his hostile being to search for the right kind of kill.