Clumsily Tripping Over Life With Him

I lean away as he leans closer to me. Weston ignores this completely and whispers, "You and me, we're gonna make a deal." Wait, a deal? He doesn't want to murder me? West's face is inches from mine. His eyes are right in front of me. So close, that I can see the flakes of gold in them. It would be hard to miss the look in his gold-flecked eyes. I can't explain what it is. The look is trouble, intoxicating, and promising all at once. Mostly addicting. His mouth quirks downward, waiting for me to respond. Now, if you ask me why I want to take this deal, I would say to figure out his personality. I would be lying. Truly, I want to take this deal because of it's guarantee to danger, to it's intensity. I vow not to take this deal because of him, him and mysterious hazel eyes. I haven't done anything memorable, or just for the sheer fun of it. I want to be unpredictable. He can do that. I stare harder into his eyes, and lift my head so our faces are closer. I smirk, taking his signature look.

"What's your proposition?"

Blue Lyla Mathews isn't wild. Weston Elliot Perez is. Simple as that. But it's not. How can it be simple when neither of them are prepared for each other? Bad boys and nerds don't mix. Apparently.

"Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing." -Friedrich von Schiller

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