Beautiful Tragedy..

Chapter 1.

Her ignorance was like passion to him,
And he chased.

The cotton snowfall that showered outside Mariots window was not admired today. Today, at the very start of snowfall, Mariot didn't stand outside the window gazing at the cloudy crystals, she had admired for the last seventeen years. Rather today she was tugged inside her warmer with her one hand folded under head while the other typing her Elijahs name at search bar.

Elijah Sebastian, the popular guy from the other school who was going to do a live video on a social networking site. He was known among many people around the city, but Mariot came to know about him when she accidentally tripped over his account and dam! That was the day she started stalking him and he became her first crush.

It is just a crush no hard feelings she repeated in her devoid mind.

The live video started, stirring Mariots heart strings. Elijah was wearing a simple white top fixing his blonde hair repeatedly whilst curling his lips that looked too sexy in Mariots point of view, the thought painting her pale face with a tint of red and she settled herself deeper in the soft warmer. He started speaking with other people randomly, one part of her was afraid what if he actually notices the people after he ended the live video, but other sinful part of her ignored that thinking there were thousands of them who were watching it.

A familiar face joined the video, it was
Joel Gram, Elijahs best friend. She didn't know him, but was aware that he was Elijahs best friend. Unlike his friend, Joel had dark black hair with silver hombre at the roots of his thick hairs. He was pretty good Mariot thought.

The both friends started laughing on some comments people posted, but Mariot didn't read a single comment, her gaze just admiring her crush blissfully.

"Mariot!" Her mothers chirpy voice and her footsteps haunted towards her room and in a snap of a second she switched her phone off in fear if she gets caught by her mother who'll probably try to get her married to her crush! Yes she was that capable. She always asked her daughter if she had a crush which she of course lied about. She was too shy in such cases.

"Mariot! I just came to remind you that I have admitted you in this dance classes. You're spending a lot of time inside your room lately, I want you to be busy doing something but packed in a room." Her mother blabbed standing near her door as if speaking to herself more than her daughter. Her short form reaching the half of the door with her one hand on her hip while other hand kept on her mouth yawning in the cold winter air.

"Of course mom I did remember." Mariot beamed an innocent smile towards Stella who returned one with a heavy sigh.
"Your dad wants to ride me today, but darn I'm too tired."

Stella always thought her daughter was too innocent to understand such sexual innuendos, she was accustomed to speaking to her daughter that way thinking she'll never understand a thing. Not having any of a friend her mother always had a disposition to share everything with her daughter, but poor Mariot always understood everything and acted like she doesn't know anything. Blame was to the stories she read after reaching her higher studies.

She was freaking seventeen and her mother still thought that she'll never understand a thing!

"Uh! Maybe you should tell him that you're tired?" She kept her face straight, a habit she was custom to.

Her mother just shook her head with a small smile and left the room.

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The sunless sky outside Mariots window beamed even without shining at 5:45 pm. She gazed outside the window of her bus with her dainty eyes capturing each of the black and white picture that played along the way to her dance classes. The day today in school went pretty quick like every other day in winters.

With no friends her days in all girls school were always lengthy and boring, but it was just last summer that she met this girl named Luana and in just small span of time the girls became best friends.

The driver stopped the bus indicating the time of her destination and she quickly got off the bus in minutes. Abridge Dancing School was quite popular in her small peaceful town,
with two storied floors the exterior of the building was quite appealing when compared to the other training schools in town. She walked in the big halls of the school searching for her class.

Stumbling upon one big room which she presumed to be her class, she entered the big hall without reading the board at the top of the room that boldly read 'Sensual Salsa Classes'.
Bless her innocent soul that she tripped into the room without a permission while drawing every ones attention.

Girls who were dress in tight tank tops and shorts, stared at her as if she was a clown wearing a no clothes. They looked at her from top to bottom with a discontented gaze.

"May I know who are you?" A deep voice made her head snap to the owner's voice, and it took everything for her jaw not to drop on the floor.

It was Joel Gram, Elijahs best friend wearing nothing but short black trunks with a black sword tattoo sinfully printed on his right tanned chest that glistened with dripping sweat that made him look extremely appealing. Though he was standing far from her, every speck of his tattoo was visible to her sinless eyes. His dark unruly hair with stormy gray highlights messed with his long forehead shining due to exhaustion.
Dark chocolaty cinnamon eyes held her gaze through his thick sedgy eyelashes. She never thought he would be so bizarrely good.

The thought made her come out of her unholy stare, snapping her eyes off him she fished out the slip from her gray PJs, her hands shaky with the cold weather outside the building. He moved forward aiming for the slip, and that was enough to enlarge her sunny eyes in daze.

She was wearing a gray hoodie which she paired with her daily PJ. Her mother didn't tell her anything so she went through her normal clothes. Her face like others was bare with few freckles sprinted near her nose and cheeks. Her deep brown straight hairs pulled up in a high ponytail was covered in the shed of her grey hoodie.

Joel stared at the girl who looked anything but sexy to his stare, she belonged to the list of girls he'd never want to fuck. But the way she avoided her gaze being unfazed by his charm stirred something and that was enough for his mind to convince himself to fuck her. He knew the moment she stepped inside the room she didn't belong here. The slip she handed said she was supposed to be in freestyle dancing class, but since Mr Martin was his uncle it'll be easy to convince him to play along for few days.

Just one fuck and she'll be done. He thought with a contempt smile.

She still avoided Joils gaze and that kinda irritated him. Her carved jaw that peaked out of her hoodie did things to his down member.

Seems like chiseled jaw comes under my turn on list. He shrugged his shoulders internally.

"Let's start." He went through the slip again and read her name. "Mariot Green."

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