Just now, a boy bearing angry brown eyes marched his way toward me.
I don't know why he's angry at me, but there was a murderous intent waving off of him.
"Who am I...? More importantly, who do you think you are kissing Lucia and claiming that she likes someone like you?!"
Someone like me?!
My eye twitched, but I kept a calm composure.
"And what exactly is your definition of someone like me?"
"A buffoon."
Twitch.
"A terrible flirt using words that make me want to puke."
Twitch.
"And an idiot who tries to make false claims of my friend being in love with someone like you."
"Your friend?" I raised a brow at him.
Eyeing the way he looked.
He was around my height, blonde, and a shade of brown eyes. If he didn't have such a wicked tongue and looked like he slept at a barn, I would've assumed this person was Lucia's prince charming."You're Lucia's friend?"
"I am."
"Then whoever you are...I believe it's none of your business on my relationship with Lucia."
"My name is Vincent, and I think this is my business since it involves my friend."
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Clock Work (Book 1)
FanfictionIt was not a mere accident. I was supposed to head home like all of the other good children, but I saw bad men picking on a dog while leaving with my earnings. I tried to save the dog, but I ended up getting hurt in the process. When I woke up, I fo...
