Iris

Life is Hot Guys

eyes,

gorgeous eyes,

that's what i thought when i first saw him.

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The first thing I noticed about this guy, wasn't the fact that he was blatantly staring at me without any sense of shame, but the fact that this guy... this guy looked like he'd been through hell. Okay, no that was a lie.

The first thing I noticed about this guy was that he was a hot tamale on a cool winter morning. Yes. He was hot. In this moment I was a typical girl with a soft spot for hot boys. And yes, I found it hard trying to not stare at his strong jaw or his painfully clear, tan skin. 

This guy really took the cake. Pardon my incorrectness; he was the cake.

Not only did his face appear as if God had taken that extra moment to sprinkle sparkle dust and make him look like all things handsome, but he had the most intriguing eyes. Not the usual horny, suggestive, awkward ones I got from the guys at my school.

 This guy looked mature. 

And I had to admit, I was digging it.

Not to add, he looked fit, and healthy - the broadness of his shoulders and the obvious muscle making that particular fact obvious. A full package indeed.

Only after all these thoughts went through my head at the speed of lightning, did I pay any mind to how tattered he appeared to be. On closer inspection his black shirt looked like it had blood on it, his black pants were ripped and he had a couple of slight bruises forming just under his eye and on the side of his face.

As I was busy inspecting him, he took the time to make his way towards me.

Why? I had no bloody idea.

I probably looked like a potato. That had been boiled, left outside overnight and then been put into an oven and left cooking too long. 

Wait. Who the heck cared if I looked like I just got out of bed, he was the one who looked like he'd been mauled by savage animals. And anyways, I wasn't the type of girl who tried hard to impress a guy.

 Pfft, me. Just the thought of me having the hots for a guy. Lizzie where are you now?! Now, when I've actually found someone I wouldn't mind looking at for an exceeding amount of time.

I put up my mental defences, and schooled my face into perfect indifference, as he stopped in front of the seat next to me.

He cleared his throat, and pointed at the seat.

"Can I sit here?" he asked.

I nodded casually. Making sure to keep my cool, aloof facade in place. 

He had a nice voice, I thought involuntarily.

His voice was gruff, and mature. A voice that.. yeah I was not going to go there. His voice was normal. It had a soothing deep baritone, but it was normal. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself. I was acting weird. Because of a guy. That was so unlike me. 

Keep yourself composed Talia, I thought to myself, you do not want to look like a gawking weirdo.

A smirk appeared on his face, as he took the seat beside me. Now, I was definitely not going to ponder about his reasoning for why he had chosen the seat next to me when there were about twenty other free seats on the bus. I wouldn't. I would not think about this boy - I mean man - that was only a few centimetres away from me.

That task would have been easier if he wasn't staring bullets at me. It made it hard to ignore him. 

Well, I guess, I'm not the gawking idiot here. 

He was just opening his mouth to say something when the bus stopped in front of my school, and I leaped out of my seat - over him -  like a pro and dashed out the bus.

So long, hot stranger.

Yes, the way I exited the bus was very contradictory to my usual collected manner that I had been trying to depict of myself. 

But you can't blame a girl when she's under the pressure of being in a very attractive person's presence. 

And anyways, it wasn't like I'd ever see him again.

I shook away the weird feelings and put all thoughts of the green-eyed doofus to the back of my mind.

 I quickly hurried to my locker to drop my things and grabbed my sports clothes. I headed straight to the changing rooms, not wanting to be late to class. 

Mr. Sports Teacher - yes I'm bad with names - would bite my head off after making me do a hundred million laps around the oval - not that I minded.

It just so happened that I had to meet one of my least favourite people of all time in the changing rooms of course.

Gabriela.

She was one of the 'pops', the leader of that whole 'species' you could say. 

I don't like to think we were ever friends, but I'd known her since  we were in kindergarten.

Ever since I met her in our little kindergarten class, I'd known her for what she was. I'd seen her manipulate and use other kids to get what she wanted, even at such a young age. 

She would play the victim and make bullies out of the innocents. She continued her game of manipulation as the years went on, and I don't think she would be stopping anytime soon.

Most people don't know her for what she is. Everyone's convinced she was this sparkling princess mermaid, when in fact she was just a conniving little witch that manipulated, used and abused people without a care. 

Or maybe, they  did realise they were being exploited but they didn't care because they wanted that attention from her - whether it hurt them or not in the end. 

In short, Gabriela Patterson was known to be - cough, lies,  cough - the 'prettiest girl' in the school, 'the queen bee',  and the one everyone wanted to be or be with.

Que the eye rolls.

She tried to use me once when we were younger but I wasn't going to be anyone's pet - not even at four years old.

And that just made her so, so mad..

I was a pretty no-nonsense kid, what can I say.

Back to the present, Gabriella still hasn't managed to get me to do her bidding so she's made me her enemy and social pariah no. #1.

 I enter the change rooms and get the greasiest looks from everyone in the room.

I roll my eyes and ignore them. On any other the day, I would have asked them what the fuck they were looking at, but today was not my day. I quickly got changed, and left the changing rooms without a second glance.

Today we were playing volleyball. What a good way to take out some accumulated stress and frustration.

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So you've met the strange hot dude with the green eyes.

There's so many things coming it makes me want to cry and laugh hehehe.

But you'll find out soon enough, if you stay tuned. ;)

Nadine xx