The Surname Mistake

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"So, what do we have here?" The unfamiliar voice repeated, he sounded a little more impatient this time due to his ignored question earlier.

"Nothing you should be worrying about." Gabrielli -I mean, Jace- responded while focusing his gaze behind me.

Sighing, the stranger took a stride forward, eliciting a quiet yet audible footstep. I don't know why but I suddenly felt uneasy as my heart raced with an unfamiliar emotion. It felt like the air in my lungs had vanished, causing me to feel breathless as the presence of his body behind me increased drastically.

"Nothing I should be worrying about, huh?" He echoed with a deep chortle. "Is she your girlfriend? I wasn't aware that you're already having an intimate relationship wi-"

Girlfriend!?

"D-don't be ridiculous!" I spluttered in a horrified manner as I twisted my body to face his exact direction.

Gasping in surprise, I was beyond astonished to see his -very- fine and drop dead gorgeous appearance. He stood proud with his full height, judging by what I am currently seeing, he must be around 6 foot tall or something. His jet black hair was neatly styled. From my point of view, the left side of his hair was shorter than the right one, or maybe it's just because of how he styled it. He slicked his hair to the right side, somehow creating an impression of a noble and a handsome bad boy.

His face was literally the epitome of perfect. The perfect shape of his almond-like eyes held his tantalizing, electric blue irises that would constantly glimmer like a pair of tempting gems whenever the light above us would hit them. His perfectly chiseled high cheekbones were -literally- something to be jealous of. Perfectly shaped long and narrow nose. His naturally pinkish, full lips were so alluring to kiss. And last but not the least, his sharp and perfect jawline.

I was wrong, his face wasn't the epitome of perfection. He, himself, was the epitome of perfection.

Even though he was only wearing a simple, white shirt. Black and slightly fitted jeans, accompanied with a black converse, he's still perfectly handsome.

"I do not know her, Desmond." The person who looked exactly like Gabrielli stated.

"Oh? You don't?" He smirked. "'Getting to know each other' stage, huh?"

"Shut up, okay. There's no doubt that you're my friend, but I wouldn't mind having a brawl with you."

"Anyways," The epitome of perfection -Desmond- cleared his throat before focusing his gaze on me with a smile on his lips. "Please excuse my impolite manner. My name is Desmond." He introduced himself with a quick bow.

"Oh please, stop acting like a gentleman. We both know that you're not." Jace scoffed, his lips twisting in pure displeasure as he looked at us.

But Desmond didn't seem to mind his rude behavior.

"What's your name?" Desmond asked me, scrutinizing my face with pure curiosity. "You look quite familiar."

I immediately swallowed the thing that was blocking my throat. I feel quite embarrassed because of my unusual behavior, I was obviously checking him out, for God's fudging sake. But thank goodness, he didn't seem to notice my gaze running around his body.

"My name is Evon," I said, completely trying to ignore his gaze that was penetrating my soul. "And I think we haven't met before." I added.

"Evon," He murmured, his brows furrowing for a split moment but I've managed to catch a glimpse of it before it vanished. "It's a pleasure to meet you. And yeah, maybe you're right." He said.