| a boy stuck between who he was, who he has become & who he could be |
Plinio Murray or as he prefers to be called, Nio, is a bully. He picks fights with anyone for no reason. He is cruel. His face is scarred. He is savage. His hits nearly killed a...
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Amor caecus est "Love is blind"
Celeste's POV:
"Happy birthday, girlfriend!"
Kevin takes my hand in his own and kisses on its back. Two years of dating him and I still blush at the things he makes me feel. I put my bag in the back and he still hasn't taken his eyes off me.
"W-what?" I ask nervously sliding a stray strand of my raven hair behind my ear.
"Did you lock the backdoor in your kitchen?" An adorable smile never leaves his face.
I bite my lip and think back if I have locked or not. Not trusting myself much, I get off the car and sprint to the front door. Once I get inside and walk to the kitchen, the backdoor is indeed open. I smack my head. I am so clumsy; it's nerve wracking. I'm grateful to have a boyfriend like Kevin. But how does he even tolerate me?
"Sorry 'bout that," I say with a nervous chuckle, sitting in his car once again.
He shrugs and kisses my hand once again saying that it doesn't really matter. He says that he knows that I have a lot of things going on in my head. I smile and kiss on his cheeks. Too bad he's stuck with me forever.
Kevin starts driving to school and all the while his one hand never leaves mine. He buys my favorite blueberry muffins on the way with Greek yogurt, just the way I like it. He tells me to be ready at six in the evening too as he's giving me a surprise.
"Can we take Kathy? It's been a long time I celebrated something with her." I ask him eagerly referring to my sister. I bite on the muffin and its sweet taste ignites my whole tongue.
"Angel, you only turn eighteen once, you know. With Kathy things become a little... umm different, especially in public. You know that. We can take her some other time."
My moan due to the blueberry gets muffled in my mouth. The way he said it all really stung but he's right. Besides he did say we can take her some other time. So I agree with him.
As soon as we reach school, Kevin gets called by Coach Murphy to talk about the upcoming soccer match. Being a quarterback, he has got responsibilities to fulfil. He gives me a peck on the lips and leaves.
I walk through the white painted walls to my black metallic locker. I open it to take out my books when someone from behind wraps his/ her hands around my eyes and the books fall from my hands on my sneakers.
"Making me drop my books on the floor everytime isn't good, Stella," I fake reprimand her, taking her hands off my face.
I turn and the frowning face of my blonde friend comes in my view. I chuckle at her expressions. She doesn't give up covering my eyes in hope that maybe one day I won't recognize her hands on my eyes.
