Angel Eyes

Angel Eyes

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His eyes were the color of the remnants of tobacco on an ashtray, his wary gaze fixated on mine as he held me closely-- so close that it seemed like he'll suffocate from the lack of contact. Who is he? I didn't know him but, somehow,-- from his watery eyes and slightly parted lips, to the way his pale blonde hair ruffled gently against the wind and the way he held either of my shoulders-- i longed for him. "You know what's the most painful thing you did to me?" He said, on the verge of tears earning him a confused look from me. He continued, "It's when you look at me as if I were a complete stranger to you." with a tear slipping down his cheek. I wanted to brush it away, tell him I'm sorry. Though I had no idea what I should be sorry about.
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Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015

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