Vigilant ~ ED

II

¥Jemma¥

I wake up from my annoying alarm clock.

5:30 A.M.

I groan and slowly get up. I head to the bathroom and start the shower.

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I get out and shiver when the cold air hits my warm skin. I wrap my hair in a towel and head over to my closet.

I decide to go simple with a grey Champion sweatshirt and light blue thigh ripped skinny jeans.

I blow dry my hair and straighten it along with makeup.

Once I'm done, I head downstairs realise I'm running a little behind. I throw on my white Converse Hightop's along with my jeans rolled up at the bottom.

I grab my car keys and head out.

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I grab my books and head to first period.

I rush down the halls to make sure to see Ethan when he walks past me.

Having his sent slowly linger as he goes by.

I, most of the time, try to sneak glances at him, but nine out of ten times I get caught.

The way his strong hands run fiercely through his faded bleached hair stressfully, the way his veins in his arms pop out when he makes the slightest flex.

How his eyes turn into a ombré between green and blue, or how he has the slight smirk on his face.

He would never be good for me. He's too perfect, too aesthetic, too nice.

Nice boys don't always play nice.

Guys are always bangin' and breakin' girls, nothing special about that.

But, Ethan has always had that hint of....something different in him. He was gentle and kind. But guys who are too kind are known to also be the rudest.

I haven't had the best luck with boys, especially the ones that catch my eye. Guys are douche bags. They seem charming until you get to know them and they unleash the shit and pettiness.

It's like Beauty And The Best, backwards.

¥Ethan¥

I rush towards math class and almost make it by a hair.

That's the third time this week!

I groan and open the door having everyone's attention being brought upon me. I look over seeing the teacher looking at me as she was in the middle of attendants.

"Mr. Dolan you're late, again." Mrs. Anderson says in a modest tone that grew to be very irritating.

"I know, it won't happen again." I say, pushing strands of hair up and out of my face with my pale hands.

I look over seeing Jemma tapping her pencil against her soft pink lips. I stare a little longer until I get yelled at to go back to my seat.

I walk past Jemma slowly to stare longer. Her perfectly straightened blue faded hair, the way she twirled it between her pale pointer and middle finger. Her nails looked gorgeous yet grung.

Coffin matte black acrylics with lots of rings on her fingers. I wonder what the would feel like on bare skin.

I bet they would feel amazing coming from her. Dainty yet cold touches.

Long, jagged edges glistening on your thick skin, giving you goosebumps and hair raising.

Imagine what else those hands can do.

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How was it??