Angel Knight (On Hold)

Chapter 3

                When I open my eyes and it's dark every where, my eyes take some time to get adjusted to this dark. Well seems like I'm not in my room but some where else. I turn my head to my left and there is a glass of water and pills kept on the small table, "Ugh!! My head hurts." I massage my head lightly. I was sure I was gonna die. How did my friends manage to find me?

             Any way seems like no one is here. I try hard to get up but my body still hurts. I some how manage to get up, at the right side of the room there is a balcony I can see the snow storm, they haven't closed the curtains. I sigh, I feel tired. When I turn to face the front, I feel alarmed by the sight in front of me.

 There is someone sitting on my bed, covered in a blanket, their back towards me. I gulp loudly when it moves. 

But I know who it is, I think smirking to myself, it's Mark. He always does things like that to scare people. He thinks he can scare me like that when I wake up. Yeah as if I'll let that happen. 

 I know what to do, he seriously needs a nice hearing about the pranks he plays on people. This is the perfect time for it and might also distract me from this pain. I stretch my hand toward him ready to rip off the blanket.

But I stop even though my hand is inches away from him. Another thought crosses my mind 'I don't think Robin will let him do something like that to me, after my "near death experience".'

No way, she would let him do this, and I know, no else would do this. Then who or better what is this!!??

I don't know what will happen. but I poke my index finger at it.

It turns back, I'm scared I jump backwards as fast as I can and then I hit the wall.

It's some guy, whom I clearly don't know. He seems to be 16 or 17, he's wrapped himself in the blanket and is staring back at me with no emotion in his eyes.

He seems devilishly handsome, he's unlike anyone I've seen in my entire life. 

Even though he is the first guy who has taken my breath away by his charming face, I'm still sacred.

He seems to be struggling to take his hand out of the blanket.

What is he going to do? And how the hell did he get in this room?

I'm struggling to find the right words to say to him.

He removes his hand out and waves at me,"Yo" that is all he says.

I blink few times at him, I notice that he's wearing white gloves

His eyes seem to hold darkness in them. His hair are sticking out, they seem to be in an untidy manner, which is hot, very HOT!!!!!!

I know he must have seen the panic on my face, because his expression softens. "W..Who are you?" I manage some how. He turns to the opposite direction and jumps off the bed. Then puts the blanket down and gives me a heart-warming smile, see like I said I've never seen any one like him before.

He's wearing a white collared shirt, a cravat over it, black pants. black coat like they used to wear in the early 19th century and black boots. Also the white gloves.

That does make me wonder if we are having a costume party at the lounge, because no one wears those kinds of clothes.

I notice, he is flipping a coin in his hands.

"How long I've waited for you", he says, with warmth in his eyes. I blush at his statement. This is getting embarrassing by every minute. What does he mean by that!!!!?????