Ellory was greeted by the most gorgeous man she'd ever met. His hair was light brown and neatly combed out of his face, giving a perfect view of his piercing gray eyes. There was a light stubble that grew from the tan skin on his perfect jaw that Ellory guessed could probably cut glass.
'Holy fucking hell, he's beautiful.'
Levi was caught off guard by the beauty standing before him. Her eyes were a crystal blue that stood out against her dark hair and smooth, pale skin. She seemed surprised as she studied him, too.
'Please be the TA. Please be the TA,' he repeated to himself.
"Hi," he finally said.
Ellory replied almost instantly, "Hi."
"Hi," he repeated.
She giggled, "You said that already."
Levi looked to the floor in embarrassment, "Right, well, I'm Levi Caverly," he stuck out his hand, "You must be the Teacher's Assistant."
Taking his large hand in her small one, Ellory corrected him, "Ellory Crane. I'm actually a student."
'Son of a bitch.'
"Oh, right, then I guess, uh, welcome to French."
He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself.
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"Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.
"No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath.
"Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly.
"Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face.
"How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes.
"I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle.
"You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks.
"Well, I know you will keep me safe."
"Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me.
"You haven't hurt me."
"Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.