Ineffable

02 | OBNOXIOUS NARCISSISTIC ARROGANT

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Iris

"What the hell?" Holding my head, I take a step backward. I look up and freeze. 

The first thing I notice about him is his hooded eyes. Bright golden orange almost like the sunset. Even though there are the most beautiful set of eyes I have seen, there's something very cold about them. 

He is tall, too tall from my perspective, with lightly tanned skin. Brown hair, almost matching the color of chocolate, rests messily on his head. He has worn a black sweatshirt and dark blue jeans with black boots. But it is the unrelenting frown on his lips that matches the cold tone of his eyes. 

"What," He says, almost cruelly, "are you trying to do here?"

Whatever trance I was in, I snap out of it but then comes the panic and red alerts in my mind. The space between us is too less—too less for my liking.

I bit down on my molars. "Personal space, please." 

Something flashes on his face but it goes as soon as it appears. Though he steps back from me, the frown doesn't change and he continues to stare at me, crossing his arms over his chest. 

I try to relax and straighten up my back. I give a glance over his face again and ask, "Now, what are you doing here?" 

He gives me a questioning look. "I do not think you are in any position to ask me that."

I raise a brow. "You know, it is a girls' washroom. You don't enter this area until you are a female... or a creep."

"You blind, Bella?" He quips and tilts his head. "Look around."

"I am not Be—"

"Look. Around."

I glare at him, before looking around. At first, all I see is the stalls but then, I see them—urinals. My jaw slackens when I realize I am... I am in—Oh god.

"It is the boys' washroom," The guy states. "I guess I am not the creep, here."

"Right, sorry," I say—because I am tired, and also I am literally standing half-naked in front of a guy in a boys' washroom. Not giving him another glance, I put on my jersey shirt and pick up my bag.

I am almost out of this place but stop as I hear him murmur, "Get your eyes checked, don't want this little accident to repeat again."

When I turn towards him, he is leaning against the counter but the frown has been replaced by an arrogant smirk. And I swear to god, all I want to do right now is punch things, starting with this tall human. 

I walk towards him. "Listen, Stupid—"

He scoffs. "Real original."

I ignore him, standing in front of him. "My eyes are perfectly fine. So fine that all I see is a piece of crap in form of a human."

He stands up, properly, and edges closer to me. He rasps, "You are not a great liar, are you?"

He almost has over a foot on me. He smells lemony with a woody hint but there is something I smell too but I cannot—I can, apparently.

I shake my head. "For someone who smokes in school premises, you sure aren't hiding it well."

He leans down to my height and whispers, "Who said I am hiding it?"