How I Met Him✅

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"Uggh, let me go would you!" This idiot didn't seem to understand what I was saying. I stared into those grey eyes that seemed to get black by every passing moment.

 I could still see the little specks of grey surrounding his pupil and was completely mesmerized. I recognised those grey eyes from somewhere but just couldn't put my finger on it.

Looking at his hair, I noticed that his curls were slightly sticking to his forehead and sweat droplets kept falling from his head. I was tempted to stick out my other hand and run my finger through those curls that seemed so soft but was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Who are you?" Oh he speaks. His voice was so smooth, it seemed like the words just rolled effortlessly of his tounge.

I felt and sharp pain and realized that he was twisting my wrist harder to get my attention.

Well sue me for admiring this god before me.

The room was now filled with the noise of a deep chuckle.

Oh shit. Did I say that out loud?

My cheeks turned a light shade of pink at that awkward moment."Yes you did,"  the greek goddess said. Jake, I'll call him Jake. 

"So are you going to tell me who you are?," Jake asked. "Only if you do," I replied. I wasn't going to tell a complete stranger my name before knowing his.

 "Well, you know curiosity killed the cat," he said with a slight smirk evident on his face. "And satisfaction brought it back," I said with my straightest face.

 I probably looked constipated but hey, as long as the other person was ever so slightly intimidated, I was satisfied.

"Ok, my name is Elijah Black." Holy mother of everything holy, I knew I recognized his eyes from somewhere. He is the Elijah Black. He learns at my school. He is considered a 'social outcast'. I've heard rumors that apparently he killed his father so that he could be accepted into a mafia and another said he'd been to jail on multiple accounts.

I had passed him multiple times in the hallway with his hood up. He wore his hoodie everyday and always kept it up. When it was down, the expression on his face was emotionless, you could never really understand what he was thinking.

Wait, if we learnt at the same school, how does he not know my name? Either way I told him my name.

"The name's Zoey Peterson and I-,'' I couldn't even finish my sentence before the jackass roughly pushed me. "Ughh jackass," I shouted whilst groaning. I noticed that i had a bruise on my palms and knees. In the blink of an eye, he was gone and it was like he was never here. 

Well, at least I wasn't thinking about Xavier anymore. With those words lingering in my mind, I started on my long walk, or more like limp, home.

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