The Boy in Denim ✓

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The brunette felt sparks erupt from where the blonde was touching her. Not to mention the fact that her heartbeat quickened even more when she heard his raspy yet soothing voice.

She was never the church girl but she felt as though it was her responsibility to be such a respective person. And talking to a guy she met in a funeral was not being respective. At all.

She looked at the hand gripping her arm softly and slowly traced back to the face of the person who it belonged to.

Her face morphed into a confused expression.

"I'm sorry, what?"

The denim jacket guy gazed into her eyes and spoke once more.

"I said, don't leave again."

He then patted the seat beside him, where she sat before.

"Come, sit."

She didn't know what took over her, but she followed what he said and sat down.

She crossed one leg over the other, her knee-length black pencil skirt riding up.

She pulled out her phone and plugged her earphones in.

She felt his warm gaze on her. At the corner of her eye, she could see the guy's head turned towards her.

She put on Sad by XXXTentacion.

She lied her head on the headrest of the white plush chair.

As the lyrics started to play through her ears, the plugs were suddenly removed.

She jolted up in her seat.

Her eyebrows were furrowed and lips were in a pout as she turned towards the culprit responsible for her earphones being unplugged.

"What was that for, Blondie?" She hissed, eyes narrowed.

His eyebrows shot up at her statement.

It looked as if he wasn't expecting such reaction from the girl who looked so prim and proper.

"The name's Ares. Yours?"

The brunette's face reddened at this. She finally had a name to put on the face. The angelic face in front of her at the moment.

For a while, she was overjoyed by the fact that the blonde guy had taken her earphones out and introduced himself. But even so, she could not tolerate such behaviour. She wanted to give him her name as well, but she knew that if she did, she'd carry the guilt of disrespecting her Grandmother afterwards.

Instead of doing what her heart pleaded for her to do, she opted for an eyeroll while she went back to leaning on her head rest, plugging her earphones in, but with the music paused.

"Geez, nice to meet you too." She heard Ares speak.

Ares. The God of war.

As if he couldn't get any hotter, am I right?

She remained silent, starting to blast XXXTentacion once more.

But even so, she still felt his warm gaze on her.

The ceremony was starting. They were paying tribute to her Grandmother while the casket was being lowered into the six feet hole in the ground.

She watched as pictures of her grandmother, together with members of the family flashed on the screen. Tears were threatening to fall, but she held them in. Her grandmother was in a better place now.

The people in charge had already buried the casket into the ground and people began to disperse. Her mother was with the other guests, together with her father and ten year old twin brother and sister.

She sat down on the monoblock chairs that were relocated outside for the ceremony when she felt someone take a seat next to her.

The familiar scent of cologne hit her nostrils.

The guy she'd been crushing on.

Ares.

She turned her head to him and saw that he was just opening his mouth to speak when a loud voice stopped him from speaking.

"Son, we're going home now!"

It was Lia, the old housemaid of her Grandmother's family.

She was standing near the exit, her eyes were bloodshot as she called for Ares.

Ares looked behind him and sighed sadly.

Why was he sad? That was his mother, wasn't it?

The brunette looked at him questioningly and he just shrugged, his reddish plump lips forming a pout.

Her heart ached that he was already leaving. It was quite obvious that they were not seeing each other anytime soon.

Deep inside, she had a tinge of regret when she did reintroduce herself to him earlier.

She knew she made a mistake.

Maybe they were meant to be, but she didn't do what destiny wanted her to do.

She groaned internally at how she was such a mess.

She glanced at Ares' hand that was reaching for something inside his wallet.

Then, as he got up, he handed her a small piece of black paper with white ink printed on it. The mere touch made her hands experience a tingling sensation. She craved more of his touch. He then walked towards his mother and they left the open spaced burial grounds.

The brunette glanced at the piece of paper that she held in her hand.

Her heart rejoiced at the sight of the words printed.

Ares Nicholas Lockwood
xxx-xxx-xxxx