Golden Eyes (BWWM)

Golden Eyes Chapter 1: First Encounter

"Jones...Jones...Ms. Jones" I hear a stern familiar voice break through my fuzzy haze of sleep as I lift my head off my desk to peer at Mrs. Peterson, my history teacher, staring down at me from behind her thick black glasses. Her bright red lips were set in a straight thin line making her look like the evil queen's twin sister.

"Mrs. Peterson, welcome to my office." I spread my arms out showing her the space I was occupying.

"Ms. Jones, school is for learning not...."

"Really." I cut her off placing my face in my hand as I fake my interest. "You mean to tell me this whole time you weren't standing in front of the class telling us bedtime stories," I say sarcastically hearing a couple snickers around the classroom.

"Do you think this is funny Brain?" She tells me crossing her arms.

I sit up in my chair putting on the best serious face I could muster. "No, not at all Mrs. Peterson. I wasn't trying to mock your teaching skills. I just thought putting us to sleep was your job" I say staring her right in the eyes. I wasn't doing all of this just to get a reaction from her and to entertain the class, I needed a reason to get out of class. I hadn't gotten much sleep this past week and trying to stay up during history was an Olympic sport in itself.

"Go to the...."

"Yea, yea the principal's office. Don't need to tell me twice." I pick up my bag and turn to leave. "Have a great day Mrs. Peterson," I say walking out the door.

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Instead of walking to my destination, I made a detour and start to roam the halls of Great Wood High. Which, quite frankly doesn't live up to its name. This school is nowhere near "great". From you pompous jocks and cheerleaders to your emos, introverts (including me) and nerds. Yes, my friends... we have everything. Where the weak are preyed upon (bullied) and the strongest rule the school. Far, very far from great.

I start to turn the corner and come in contact with a hard surface. -A wall maybe. No, it's too soft and muscled. Walls have muscles.- I squeeze the object I bumped into and take note it really does have muscles. Really nice ..hard ..toned...

"Do you normally grope walls," I hear a deep, but baritone voice that swayed through the air with ease.

I look up, and up, and up to see nonother then Knight King, the notorious bad boy of this school, quite a cliche if you ask me. I won't lie and say he's not intimidating but he certainly isn't scary as many people say. With his dark piercing blue eyes and tantalizing dark brown hair that I had the sudden urge to run my hands through, you couldn't deny King wasn't attractive. I just didn't see the appeal to drool over him and follow him 24/7, like most the girls here.

I take a quick step back after I come to "most" of my senses.

"S-sorry I wasn't paying attention." I pull the sleeve of my hoddie down some to make sure my bruises didn't show.

Looking back up at him, I notice his gaze shift from me to stare at something behind me, his crystal blue eyes shading a shade darker than before and I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. Me being nosy and stupidly curious, I turn my head to see what had him so focused but see nothing. Suddenly, the feeling of his hand gripping my wrist causes me to quickly tun back to him as he pushes me into a corner. The sudden movement of events doesn't exactly register through my brain before he places both of his hands on my waist making me flinch. Bruises on the sides of your body don't exactly heal as quick as you might think, especially when they were the result of being whipped by a belt more times then you could remember. I noticed a hint of question in his eyes for a slight moment before it disappears just as quickly as it came.

Before I can pull out of his grasp though, he leans down to my ear whispering an apology which only brings more confusion to my already racked up brain. His soft voice sending tingles to unwanted places as he moves his head, placing his forehead against mine and for the slightest moment I see his eyes change color to a blazing gold.

"What are you doing," I say in a low voice, a slight whimper brushing past my lips as my hands gripping his biceps as I try to some distance between us in the cramped space he shoved me in.

"What does it look like," I feel his hot breath fan against my lips as my breath hitches. The sudden feel of his lips brushes against mine as my eyes widen. Suddenly, in that instant, it felt as if the world stoped and all I could feel was him. As if my hands had a mind of its own, they move up against his chest and I hear the faintest sound of a low groan escape his throat. The kiss was gentle and soft as I tried my best to follow his movements. The gentle press of his lips caressing with mine, the sudden rush of desire for more filling up within me. It was all intoxicating. He presses his muscled chest flush with mine and tightens his hold on my waist making me whimper as my hands timidly grip the collar of his shirt.

Being the one to pull away, he slowly releases my lips from its trance as I pant, shortly out of breath. My eyes never leave his as the color of his iris's turn blue again and he runs his thumb against my lip. Reluctantly, he pulls away from me, running his hand through his hair and walks away as I stand there in, completely silent and in utter shock.

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Knight's *pov*

How exactly they found me was still a mystery as I try and think of the multiple scenarios of how they traced my location. I quickly turn the long hallway corner, trying to ditch the men looking for me when I feel something bump into my chest abruptly stopping me in my tracks. Looking down I see a black messy bun on top of a petite ebony beauty.

"A wall?" I hear her whisper as she squeezes my arm and the sudden contact making my body quiver at her touch. I pull myself together as the scent of hunters invading my senses and I focus back on the task at hand here.

"Do you normally grope walls," I say harsher than intended. She steps away quickly after looking up and seeing my face. Her bright chocolate iris's staring into my soul as I avert my gaze from her and look behind her. I could hear their footsteps getting closer by the second as I waste time standing here. Without noticing, I grab her hand and quickly push her into a corner at the end of the locker filled hallway. I didn't even know why I grabbed her...It was just an instinct.

I place my hands on her sides, holding onto her hips as I momentarily see her flinch. I could smell the stench of pain rush off of her as I question it but quickly brush it aside as the sound of their footsteps come closer. I leaned down into her ear, the scent of honeysuckle consuming me all too well as I apologize for what I was about to do and rest my forehead delicately against hers. I noticed my eyes turn to gold as I stare at my reflection into her big chocolaty, brown eyes, realizing at that moment...I was screwed.

"What are you doing," she asks, her soft, angelic voice sounding like a soft melody to my ears.

"What does it look like," I reply, pressing my lips softly against hers. The faintest sound of footsteps rushing past us meant my plan I put into action worked, well half worked. By now I should have pulled back from her all to addictive lips but for some reason, I couldn't.

I had kissed many girls in this thing I called life- many girls- but nothing like this. This felt right... felt perfect. Her lips were soft and tasted so sweet, something I found surprisingly tantalizing. A groan erupts from my chest at the feeling of her delicate hands pressing against my chest and I grip her waist tighter making her whimper. Pulling away from her, I suddenly feel hurt at the loss of her touch and reluctantly step away before I do anything else. I stare at her one more time, imprinting her image into my mind permanently as I turn and walk away.

I'm fucked...the eyes, her smell, her touch, I knew what had just happened but I was still staying in denial, I just didn't want to admit it.

I have a human ....

as a mate.