|Falling for Octavia|

13 | Darian

"So, I guess I have to answer why I'm so mean to everyone," Hunter uttered deep in thought. His eyes flickering to mine before he continues.

"No. I change my question. What's you're favourite colour?" I sat.

"Guess." He counters and raises an amused brow. Probably thinking that I would say the generic answer- black.

But I read more into people then you might think, like I saw his tshirt and how it was a dark mahogany green shade and his phone case that I'd seen sticking out his pocket. Green.

"Green." I answer and he looks at me slightly impressed before nodding. I feel impressed with my detective skills and feel like patting my back.

"So my question for you Octavia Sofia is why did Manuel leave and when?" He admits his painful question and I slightly wince at his question.

"Well, he did drugs and completely devoted his life to them. My parents died and that startled him obviously so he left. Completely forgetting that I myself was underage and my sister would have to look after me and pour her blood and sweat into me. I don't think I'd ever be able to repay her, but Immanuel. There's so many things I want to say to him and I don't know." I blurt out rather fast, completely letting out all my feelings.

"I want to punch him, so hard." I continue. Not realising the tears that I had let slip out until I feel his finger running across my cheek. His other hand is clenched into a fist.

I end up wiping my tears completely off my face and just look up into his eyes. Gosh, I'd be fooling myself if I didn't admit what a beautiful colour they were. I never liked brown before but I think it's my own favourite colour now.

"Want to know a secret." He says in a slight whisper tone, still looking into my eyes. I look down to avoid his eye contact scared I'd do something stupid but I give him a nod still.

"Hunter isn't my real name." He admits and I look up at him slightly shocked.

"It isn't?" I ask and he smiles at me. A weird kind of smile that isn't a real smile. Not the kind of smile that I loved, I don't know it's hard to explain.

"Nope. My real name is Darian." He reveals.

The name suits him perfectly and I'm obsessed with it already. Mr and Mrs Darian Peters. SNAP OUT OF IT.

"I love that name so much. Maybe I'll name a kid after you." I shyly say and he looks down at the floor and crookedly smile. When he does it he looks good.

"So the dad and the kid are going to have the same name?" He cockily smirks.

"Wait. I don't get it... OH. You flirt so easily." I look at him startled. Am I dreaming? Im pretty sure I am. This couldn't be real.

"Why do you call yourself Hunter?" I ask, intrigued and honestly just wanting to find out every single detail about him.

"Well, I didn't choose the name. They call me Hunter because I can hit things on first shot." His eyes search my eyes and his gaze hardens slightly. Trying to intimidate me and make me scared.

"Here," Darian passes me his phone and a raise a brow at him. "Save your number."

I take the phone off of him and punch my number in, saving my name. I pass it back and he sticks it into his pocket.

My eyes flicker to his lips and his flicker to mine. I start to move in, don't do it! What's wrong with you? Stop. But I can't, he's drawing me in and I'm becoming addicted.

"Stop. You can't like me, I'm bad for you like so bad."

"No. You don't choose what's good for me. Tyler was the 'good choice' but I walked in on him getting it on with my best friend so no. Try to convince me otherwise, Darian." I argue.

"I've don't bad things, I'm part of bad things. You haven't seen the ugly of me only the best side. When you see the bad side you'll run." He counters.

"Show me it. I won't run, I need danger. But for now, let's just be normal teenagers." I squeak the last part out, my breathing slowing down as his brown orbs rest on my lips and then back to my eyes.

Within a few seconds I feel warm soft lips pressing against my own. Sparks erupt in my stomach and my hands somehow find there way into Harry's hair, tugging on it. His hands wrap around my waist and he keeps me in place. So gentle yet so controlling.

I pull away after a few seconds, instantly regretting it as I miss the warmth of his lips against my own.

"I'm sorry." Darian mutters before standing up and running through the door back inside of school.

What?!?

Awkwardly, I stand up and dust my hands off on my pants, completely unsure of what to do next. Oh my god. I just kissed the most handsome boy I'd laid eyes on and he literally legged it.

Wow.

Never realised how bad I was at smooching.