Him Of All People

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Tessa Avary Goa

Pristine and clean.

Perfected.

Is what my name was.

Is what I'm supposed to turn out like.

And yet, there's me.

A complete and utter misfit.

As a misfit, I do what I do best and that is to create a fool out of myself.

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I stood in front of the long lanky mirror, feeling oddly left out.

The midnight blue—open back—velvety-soft dress stopped just above my mid-thighs. The strappy nude heels provided the perfect allusion, giving my 5'5 appearance an almost 5'8. My long, curled lashes feathered out, fluttering above my freckled, rosy cheeks. The peach lipgloss, oddly enough held a lemony scent, as I swiped it carefully over my naturally pouty lips. My beach-wavy hair now ended up in manicured ringlets of differing shades of blonde, falling 3 inches past my chest.

The quizzical pale green eyes stared back at the reflection in the mirror.

Definitely, this isn't me.

"Tessa, come and meet your family. We don't have all day you know," spoke my mother, with her unwavering, determined words. She sniffed out trouble and yet created more of it at the same time. She was a perfectionist. Nothing gets done or said without her full support and opinion.

The yearning for love and warmth spread across my chest. Mother. The word only brought a freezing cold whirlwind of emotions running through my veins. It was silly, how even at the age of seventeen, I still hoped for a warmer future. An accepting, happier future.

Silly me.

I do what I am told. And stick to it. Nothing more and nothing less.

Staggering down the shiny steps, I slowly descend the staircase in an anxious frenzy. My heels clicked against the marbled floor beneath me.

Meeting 'family' was nothing but like meeting strangers, whom I never spoke to after the gathering. They couldn't be bothered to care about one another. This wasn't family time. This was a time to brag about who lived the best lifestyle.

Got the better job. The better grades. The better income.

I gingerly walk by familiar yet completely unfamiliar faces.

I plastered on a mechanical smile, my pearly white teeth flashing to sugary-sweet aunts, stiff uncles, and awkward cousins.

I twist around, almost falling backward as I hit smack-dab a masculine figure. Completly thrown off-balance, my brain registers the impact of the white-marbled floor. The pain doesn't come. Instead, a pair of rough hands grasps onto my waist---steadying my balance.

The flutter of unsure butterflies began in my stomach, that stinging touch ignited an instant fire across my sun-kissed skin. That simple yet heavenly weightless feeling came with full-force, smacking me across the face.

Shit. What is this person doing to me?

Spawning from my waist and spreading across my body in rhythmic waves, touching and engulfing every aspect of my body. The simple buzz of being held, so tenderly, hit me. Then came his scent. The smell of pine-wood, cigarettes and a musky cologne surrounded me, captivating me fully.

I shook my head. This raw emotion, whatever it may be, was uncalled for. Unnecessary.

Get a damn hold of yourself, Tessa.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to practically fall on you," I blurt out.

"Calm down, Tessy. You should be more careful, though. Don't wanna be falling on everyone who walks by, now do we?" replied the one and only, Uncle Hunter.

I snapped my gaze up. His beautiful chestnut eyes held a twinkle of amusement as they slide across my face--grasping every feature of my face.

Only one person ever calls me Tessy, and that was Uncle Hunter.

Uncle Hunter is family, yet not of blood. Nonni and Gramps adopted Uncle Hunter after they found his parents lying dead in a car crash. Luckily enough, they managed to save the 7-year-old Hunter before the car blew up into furious flames in front of their eyes. He was 24 now and, damn, was a creation of God. Undescrible beauty.

Unknowingly, we continued to be pressed up against each other. Chest to chest. He stared at me, and I simply stared back.

Wake up, Tessa. Wake up from Paradise, and face reality.

Sighing lightly, I stepped back. His eyes held a flicker of surprise before he masked it with an easy grin. He lastly let go of my waist, but not before squeezing it.

"Nice to see you again, Tessy."

Flashing me a swoon-worthy smile, he turned the corner and left.

Leaving me with a mess of emotions. Shit.

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HOLA GUYS!

(Song: Stay A Little Longer by LostBoyCrow)

I wrote this book a while back.
AND IT WAS A MESS.
I'm re-writing.

Changes:
• not much detail will be included; why? it works well to leave a little bit of the story to the imagination, eh?
• not many long chapters, because i don't have the time :c
• main details are kept, executed on different scales

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