Seven Deadly Smirks

Chapter 2

EDEN

During nighttime, while I laid in bed jostling and turning, I had tried not to think too much about the events of that same day, but I couldn't. I couldn't shake the image of his eyes locking with my own, and the clouds that in my mind had appeared to be swirling in them. I couldn't shake the sensation in my hand, which made me rub it without even noticing. It was a strange feeling, and as I lay there thinking, I surrounded myself with one of other many silences.

However, this silence was mere company. Doubts and different scenarios playing out in my head like a movie along with a soundtrack of how I could've worded the things I said. Or matter-of-fact, what I would've worded, if I had found the voice that lay underneath the spell that those granite silvered eyes and raven dark hair had casted upon me for the slimmer of a second.

The incessant ringtone of my phone's alarm wakes me up from a broken slumber, making me groan in annoyance at the lack of sleep. Morning rays of dim sunlight gently caress my lightly tanned body, and the furniture in my room. I try to close my eyes again, but incoherent mumbling filters into my ears, probably Phoebe in the other room.

This, forces me to get up and turn the alarm off without much room for protest now that I'm half-alive. On normal circumstances I'd be the happiest early bird, but now, this isn't a normal circumstance, keeping in mind all that went down this weekend. However, I think the majority of people hate Mondays, and in this poll, I'll gladly join that majority of people.

I roll out of bed and half-blindly stumble all over my room, fumbling and cursing at myself when I stab my little toe on the side leg of my dressing table while trying to find the blinds. "Fuck!" I hiss in pain bending down to grab my foot. Luckily, I manage to find the blinds soon before I end up probably dead, and tug at them with strength. Once morning light floods my room, I feel satisfied that I won't be running volunteer in what seems like the blind Hunger Games. Me vs my room. I should most likely order it again when I have the time, but I need to get ready for the first day of school after break: I have to look smoking hot.

It's been twenty minutes already when the door to my room opens and Phoebe appears at the other side of it. By that time, I'm already wearing a white lacy bralette-like crop top, black tight jeans, and white platform sneakers, my brunette hair tied into an upside down braid and messy bun.

"Damn." Phoebe emphasizes looking at me. Currently I have my back to her, but I can see her leaning on the door through the mirror as I apply the last of my burgundy lipstick. Grinning, I turn around and strike a pose, the sound of early morning laughter filling us with excitement.

"Looks like we're ready to slay existence then." I snap my fingers when she returns my enthusiastic smile. "You definitely look like a snack." I wink at my friend, taking in her outfit; Long-sleeved off the shoulder top, washed out blue jeans, and boots. The light makeup she's wearing making her  brown eyes pop.

Phoebe laughs and shakes her head, passing me the black leather jacket laid on the bed "let's go and be boss bitches today. All eyes on you, sass queen." She teases as we leave the room and go downstairs, breakfast recently made and already set.

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07:52. Fuck. "Girl, See you later on our second class, building B is on the other side of the school and I rather not be late." I tell her hastily as I apologetically smile before grabbing my books.
"Weren't you one to always be fashionably late?" Phoebe laughs, grabbing her own books.

"Seriously?." I roll my eyes at her from the other end of the hallway before turning back and making the sprint of my life in order to get to class in time. Stopping for a breather after running up two flights of stairs is what I need, so that's what I do.