Elyar Cardelli. American, but raised in England. 6'5, black shaggy hair, and grey eyes. Can be seen wearing often only a crooked smile and boxers, as he is a male model. Has the jaw structure that could probably cut through diamond. His presence is like the sun, often too bright and quite agitating. His favorite articles of clothing would have to be his tightest white shirt and leather jacket. He's incredibly intelligent and knows eight languages. Including Latin. But now, all this information was useless, and I floundered like a fish.
"Zerek." Elyar nods, eyes glued to me, though. "And this is Ansley." He gave a deep, rumbling, "I'm better than you." laugh, and shook his head. " Nice to meet you." I winced as he stuck out his hand, expecting me to shake it. I was too lost in his grey eyes, and I shook my head. I bit my lip, hard. "Oh, isn't this great! A family reunion!"I hiss, as the boys look at each other humored at the fact they got under my skin. Elyar grins, revealing pearly white teeth.
I made like a scared dog, and tucked my tail in, and darted through the crowd. Even though father told me to never back down or show intimidation, this was seriously code red. They had enough members now, enough money to take over my Dads company. Panicking, I raced inside the school, pressing the speed dial on the touch screen phone, my teeth still ripping at my lip. Please don't go to voicemail!
"Hello!?" Father snapped into the phone, obviously mad. "Dad. Elyar Cardelli and, and, and Zerek!" I breathed, leaning against the cold locker, barely aware of the eyes on me. "Alright, Ansley. I'll pick you up in five minutes. I'll dial the Ollers. And the Scott's. You hold on." His gravelly voice hissed, and I hung up immediately, trying to regain composure.
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filler, and short, but hey! Things are fitting in!
