What We Seek

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

           

        BANG! Everyone in the room winced at the harsh treatment of the door except for one brown-haired teen who is pretty occupied by the book he is reading until it was yanked away from his grasp. The brown-haired teen not in least intimidated by the culprit’s gesture looked up meeting angry golden-yellow orbs and raising an eyebrow.

“Where is he?” asked the owner of the golden-yellow eyes, anger evident in her voice.

“Where is who Monica?” asked the brown-haired teen, resting his elbows in his table and placing his chin in his interlaced fingers.

“I have no time for your games today Michael Angelo.  Just tell me where your supposed to be ‘best friend’ is.” Monica demanded.

“Like I just told you I don’t know.  Now, give me back my book.”

“No. Not until you tell me where Andrews is.”

Mike sighed before standing up his six feet four figure towering over Monica’s five feet five’s”.  “I’ll tell you where he is and you’ll give me my book back so, let’s seal this with this.” With those words said, he swooped down and placed a kiss on the other teen’s lips.

Monica gasped upon the contact of their lips and Mike took this as an opportunity to thrust his tongue in her mouth, exploring and savoring it. After what seems like a minute, Mike pulled away with a smirk but was soon replaced by a painful gasp as Monica punched him on the stomach.

Wiping her lips with the back of her hands she said in a cold voice, “Try that stunt again and you’ll face more painful consequences.”

 “That was to seal our deal Monica and I didn’t even hear you complaining, you didn’t even try to push me away.” Mike said with a hint of smugness in his voice.

“Deal?! What deal?!”

“Getting this back,” he said, snatching his book back. “And telling you where Rex is.” He continued.

“So, where is he?” Monica asked.

Leaning towards Monica and putting the lavender locks behind her ears he whispered, “Last I saw him, he’s at the back of the old school building.”

“T-thanks.”  Shivering slightly as the breath touched her ears before turning away.

However, as soon as she turned the other way, Mike grabbed her wrist, tugging her close to him, grabbed her chin and placing another kiss on her lips before running away for his life.

Monica, who stood there still shocked to the core for the daring move of the ‘bastard’ as she like to call him, just shook her head and said to herself, “He’s still the same. An innocent face but a devil at heart.”

She then left the room.

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        Walking through the path to the old school building Monica bumped to another solid body; the impact was that strong that she nearly fell if the other did not grab her around her waist.

“I’m sorry ‘bout that.”  Came the voice of an unusual accent.

“I-it’s fine.”  Monica said while gently pulling herself away from the stranger.

The stranger fidgeted for a few seconds before finally finding his voice.  “Name’s Russell James. Russell James Rowlands.”

Monica looked up to face the stranger before introducing herself, “Carylle Monica Wilbraham.”  Monica inspected the stranger; his sky blue hair seems to be out-of-place but its shade is even prettier than the sky’s, his eyes were the perfect copy of an impending storm, in his ears were silver studs; one on the left and two on the right they were embedded with emeralds, he’s features are that of−