I Shine His Darkest Days.

"Hi, my name is Angelina.." I said introducing myself to the guy who's back was towards me. "but my friends called me Angie or Lina..." Still not a sign of interest.

"Not that it matters we are not friends- or we could be- shit oh God I actually just said that out loud to the baddest bad boy-" I laughed nervously as I caught myself before I made an even more fool of myself. I eyed the guy who was currently too occupied to noticed me-literally doing nothing.

I kept observing him for any type of acknowledgement. But nothing came it was as if he was completely blocking my presence. He kept on leaning against the railing of the stairs at the back of the school, one hand on his phone the other preoccupied with marijuana on a stick. His body posture seem relax as he blew the smoke from his joint into shapes, before it dissolve into the air doing it all over again. That was the only sign he was giving me that he was indeed alive.

I started tapping my foot because I was becoming very aggravated and I guess that was the final strike because he broke free of his hypnosis and turned towards me. As he did so he looked around maybe seeing if the cost was clear to probably you know... kill me. He finally set his eyes on me with the most intense glare anyone can give you and I couldn't help but shiver as if a cold bucket of water was dumped on me. His eyes that I heard where a deep caramel were now color red. The smile on my face faded as I took in his appearance tattoos everywhere and a obviously fitted body underneath that black v-neck. I gulped as I watched him take a long drag of his joint before stomping on it. His eyes landed on mine once again.

"And I don't give two fucks." He held our eye contact as he blow out the rest of his smoke all over my face, I cough fanning my face from the intrusion of the toxic smoke. A slight smirk was plastered on his face as he than walked away.