⋆ description: It's crazy how fate works, isn't it?
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A couple of clouds floating around were present in the mid-evening orange and blue sky, hues the setting sun gave. There was a cold breeze that would occasionally pass by and make the yellow and orange leaves fall off the trees and onto the hard light-grey concrete sidewalk.
It was a perfect day for drawing outside, and that's exactly what you were doing.
After a long and stress-inducing day at school, you headed towards your favorite park to draw while sitting on your favorite bench. You had always liked drawing outside, although sometimes it would be quite tricky if there was a lot of wind or rain. But on most days, it was perfect, just like today. The weather was great and the view of the colorful trees autumn brought with it, along with the view of the river and the faraway city, made you feel at peace.
Your cheeks became warm as you stared down at the neatly sketched drawing you made on the soft yet rough paper of your notebook.
You see, you had the typical case of falling for the bad boy.
He had piqued your interest the very first day you had seen him. But that interest grew once you had gotten the privilege to "meet" him the day you had to transfer classes, from yours to his.
He was the typical bad boy. Getting into trouble with his friends, earning them detention, riding motorcycles and sports cars, having a couple of piercings, and wearing dark clothes, along with his famed black leather jacket- which you wished you could touch.
Being a bad boy and being good looking was already enough to get a bit of your attention. But what had captivated you the most was the way he would smile when he was around his friends, how they were like a family. Along with the fact that he had good grades, unlike the typical bad boys who couldn't care less of the percentage on their work marked in red ink.
He rarely talked to anyone outside his circle of friends, which was only eight others. He would come off as cold, seeing how he had an intimidating aura. There were also the rumors of him being a dangerous person, along with his friends. But that didn't stop him from being polite to a couple of people here and there.
He was a very mysterious boy. You could tell he was complex by the way his eyes shined, by the way he acted.
Of course, this had also attracted many others to him. They had tried but they had failed, getting rejected. Which was probably what was going to happen to you. So, why try?
Sighing in defeat but yet content with your work, you decided to get up from the bench and head home.
You knew being alone in the dark of the night could be dangerous, and you didn't want to risk it.
You headed towards a bus stop and waited patiently with your black notebook still in your hands.
After a little bit of time, you noticed a dark figure approaching you, as it got closer and closer you noticed it was an older sketchy-looking man. The man sat down next to you, very closely might I add. You tried to get move a bit away from him and when you did the man just smirked to himself. And not in a hot-smirk-from-a-bad-boy kind a way, no. It was more of a sketchy-man-and-most-possibly-dangerous kind of smirk.
After waiting a couple of anxiety-inducing minutes, the bus approached and you got in with a relieved sigh.
You sat towards the rear of the bus, but to your dismay, the creepy guy had followed you and sat to your left.
But just like an angel- and totally unexpectedly expected- Chan had gotten on the bus.
He was a bit surprised to see you on a bus this late in the evening, especially in this part of town.
He noticed the uncomfortable look on your face and when he looked to your left he understood why.
He scowled at the way the creepy guy's hand was slowly making his way towards your leg.
Without much thought, he made his way towards you and sat to your right.
Much to your surprise, Chan's arm slid onto your shoulders while giving you a quick peck.
"Hi babygirl, didn't know you'd be here."
Although blushing like crazy, you quickly catching onto what he was trying to do, you played along.
"H-hi. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, it was a last-minute trip", you awkwardly chuckled.
The man that was previously bothering you gave you guys a distasteful look before sitting elsewhere and later getting off on the next stop.
Chan slid his arm off of you as soon as the older man was nowhere to be seen.
"Thanks", you said letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.
"No problem, Y/N."
You looked at him with slightly wide eyes.
"You know my name?"
He shrugged, "I mean yeah, we're in the same class after all."
You hummed in approval of his answer.
"Well um thank you again, I have to go now. See you tomorrow I guess."
"Oh! Do you need me to walk you to your house? I mean its no problem. You never know what can happen ya know? Like that one dude that was bothering you like five minutes ago. Things could've been really different if I hadn't come."
Truth be told it was a tempting offer, although you weren't sure why he was worrying, even if it was lowkey.
"Dont worry. It's ok. I actually live right over in that area", you said pointing down a road.
"Ok then. Be careful."
"I will, you too," you waved at him while giving him an awkward smile before getting off the bus.
Chan sighed as he saw your figure disappear into the night.
He looked down at his hands and sighed.
Soon enough, his eyes found an old black leather notebook where you were sitting beforehand.
He took it into his hands and opened it to the first page, and sure enough, your name was written, along with your phone number in case you ever lost it. Which to his luck, you did.
Chan wasn't one to go through one's personal things, unless necessary. He knew it wasn't necessary, but he simply couldn't help looking through your stuff. He wanted to get to know you more, and maybe this was the way to do it, even if it was just a bit.
As he was going through your notebook, a certain familiar face caught his eyes. How could he not be surprised and intrigued, it was his own face after all.
He gaped at the drawing in his hands.
How you had caught every single detailed amazed him, how you even added his very light freckles, which could only be seen if you paid really close attention.
The way you drew him with such precision and care made his cold heart flutter.
He had always been drawn to you, always a bit interested.
But now, now he was riveted.
And he wanted- no, needed- to get to know you more.
He knew it wasn't a good idea to be involved with you.
