Shattered

"What's your name?" He asked looking down into my dull light brown colored eyes. His voice sounded heavier than the last time.
"Wh-Why do you care?" My breath hitched.

I wasn't used to such close proximity with anyone and this was definitely taking a toll on me.

God. Why was I stuttering now? Yeah, maybe I am the one who needs help.

He closed his eyes. His jaw tightened. He opened them slowly, fixing those sea green orbs on mine. There was something in his eyes that didn't quite give away the image he was portraying. For a split second, I thought I saw something flash through them. But what? Why?

Meet Adam Cravizel.
The seventeen year old quarterback, possessing every trait a bad boy must have. Arrogant, famous, lacking any sort of generosity, who soon may be labelled as a juvie.

And then, meet Bianca Davis.
The nerd having a typical black framed spectacles, a troubled family, living just next door to the bad boy. She possesses every trait a good girl must have.

She hates swearing.
He can't go by a day without having a swear word in his conversation.

Everything they do is polar opposite.
They don't have anything in common. or maybe they just think they don't.
But guess what?
They do.
Their past.