Pulchritudinous||Yandere male X OC

07||Beginnings are always messy

Thayer's in the picture.

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I never got the chance to remember what happened on Saturday night. The morning after, I had a terrible hangover and I promised myself that I wouldn't drink in any club from now on. Everything was a mess in my head after I ran out of the club. I recalled meeting someone, but besides that, nada.

The flashbacks came right away the moment my eyes met another hazel ones. His eyes were the color of milk chocolate edged with a deep forest-green. Sometimes the two colors seemed to swirl together like moss creeping over rich soil. And when he smiled both colors ignited with a glow dazzling him with the warmth of the deep brown and the seductive green dancing around its edge. That manipulating hazel eyes.

I didn't know what would I have expected when I woke up this morning. To have a peaceful week? Well, speaking from my point of view, I never had a peaceful week in my life. I always had to expect the unexpected.

But now, things really didn't turn out well. Especially when a backstabbing witch decided to talk to me with ten minutes before English. What a wonderful day!

All my frustrations hanged around my head as I walked away from Alexandria. The betrayal that I felt, my dreams that were crushed by her disgusting personality made me worry about Dagger. I never had a problem with her before. Sure, I didn't like her, but I thought she was good for Dagger. Now, I know she had two ugly faces.

And the exact same thing I felt when I saw Jett being my desk mate again in another class. Not betrayal, but a similar feeling; shock. Today I learned to not judge a book by its covers. Did he just changed his classes?

He saw the shock register on my face before I could hide it. A small smile played on his lips, I guess he got that a lot.  

I wasn't sure at the moment what to think about him. What happened that he changed his schedule?

My anger was surpassed by the amazement that came when I locked eyes with Jett. It was rather pleasant that we were once again desk mates. I mean, we were getting along quite well.

It was as if his lure was the orchestra of my mind, playing one enchanting symphony after another.

The floor shifted a bit under my steps, while I got closer to my desk. My attention was focused only on Jett. He was observing every reaction of me the second I entered the class.

I didn't even spare another second, as I took a seat beside him, to bombard him with questions.

"What are doing here?" I melted him with my stare, but he didn't throw me a single glance. His eyes were stuck on a particular spot, where I previously stood. He was stuck.

Total ignore.

"Did something happen to you?"

Total ignore.

"Why aren't you speaking to me?"

Total ignore.

"Say something!" I suddenly shouted, but unfortunately everyone turned their head to look at us.

I felt furious at only looking at them. I screamed at them again. It was the kind of scream that made your blood run cold. It pierced the brain and ignited some primeval pathway. Adrenaline surged through my veins, fight or flight, stand or run, be a hero or a coward.

"Mind your own fucking business!" And everyone listened to me, without a single complaint. Sometimes, it still came as a surprise for me. I was never used to someone listening to me, let alone to obey anything I said. Perhaps my personality often scared them.