subjected // hayes grier

After I let go of Matthew's hand, I kept walking on and came across a boy. An attractive teenage boy with the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen. They resembled Nash's eyes, but the boy's eyes had a certain, different sparkle to them. He was beyond handsome but something about his hair and face made him look older than Matthew, who was the youngest I'd met so far. But I could tell he was very young, probably my age or around it. All those things could be considered reasons - his eyes, his smile, his low chuckle. I hadn't realized I was staring until I heard someone clear their throat.

"Sorry. I'm Bella." I held out my right hand to the boy. His hand found mine and shook it. He had a cute little smile on his face, or was that a smirk? Whatever is was, it was beyond adorable.

"Hayes."