My wierd blue eyes made you fall in love

Her life is messed up, but after moving to the country side, and out of New York, she meets a boy, who brings flutter to her chest, makes her smile, and gives her reassurance. Is this a good sign, or a bad one?


2. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I kept fidgeting at the uncomfortable back seat of dad’s mini old car, which probably have no brand because it sucks so much. But the car smells, well, the same. Like 4 years ago. Mint gums and the faint smell of leather. I adjusted my lip piercing again and again, the metal in my tongue clinked against my teeth, and I kept inspecting the wrinkles in my black tank top. Dad isn’t saying a word. I hate him, and he probably knows it. For the first year after he left us, he send me text messages every day, but I never reply… then, one day, it all stopped, and I hate him more than ever.

He glanced up the rear-view mirror to look at me with his neon blue eyes which I hate. “Why are you wearing contacts?” He simply asked. I rolled my eyes and looked out of the window, staring at all those willow trees that are planted firmly beside the old gravel road. “Can’t I? You don’t care anyways.” I whispered under my breath. He seemed to heard it though, but chose not to say anything.

“We’re reaching. Do you want to take of your lip piercing? It might upset Clary.” He asked it a strange voice like it was almost going to crack. My frown deepened and I stared straight at him in those disgusting blue eyes from the mirror. “If you don’t accept me for who I am, then don’t even try to talk to me. In the first place, why did you even agree?” I scoffed and even though he’s still driving, I bust open the car door.

Dad gasped and tried to slow down the car. I grabbed my black bag, and unbuckled my seat belt, ignoring my luggage at the back. Before the car even stopped, I jumped out and tumbled onto the ground. The gravel scraped against my skin and I felt something painful on my ankle. Damn it, I should have worn my boots instead of these sneakers. Dad’s grey car stopped a few feet away. He took a long time trying to unbuckle his seatbelt, and I took the chance.

I forced myself up and ran into the forest. It was in the late afternoons, so it’s still bright. “Demitria? Where are you?” Dad shouted. If he didn’t care for me, why did he even bother to look for me? I ducked into those tall shrubs that managed to conceal my whole body.

The pain in my ankle stayed there. A shard of glass stuck out from it. I heard footsteps and it faded away a few seconds later. I’m safe. I would never want to go with that man. I leaned against the thick bark of a tree and pulled the glass out of my ankle, seething in pain.

I can cry now, no one is here. Tears streamed down my face, probably messing up my makeup. My legs sprawled out of me, my left ankle covered in a puddle of blood that stained the grass. I took out my makeup bag and wiped away my makeup with a remover wipe. I would have looked like a panda if I cried even further. I looked into the compact mirror I have in my bag. I looked terrible… and mostly, vulnerable.

My normal green contacts looked so fake suddenly, and my face in a huge runny wet mess. Why do I have such life? Why can’t just people leave me alone when I want to be alone? I want to stay with mom, but she doesn’t know it. Why can’t people understand me?

“That looks like it might hurt.” A boy suddenly emerged from the trees and shrubs. I looked up at him. He had long blonde hair that reached his shoulders, and his fringe raked to the back, only a few side strands fall down at the sides sexily. He was topless, with only ripped jeans. His muscles were hard, and he even had six packs. He only had a hunting gun strapped around his back.

“Yeah, obviously.” My voice was thick from all the crying. He chuckled and bent down. “You must be Faller’s daughter from New York.” He had a slight British accent, mixed with the tiniest bit of Irish. “H-how did you know?” I asked when he tore the hem of his jeans and wrapped it around my ankle tightly. I bit the side of my cheek from shouting in pain.

“Faller’s been saying it to everyone. He’s so proud that his daughter is coming to stay with him for 3 months.” He looked up at me and gave a smirk. Is he making fun of me? I envy his dark green grey eyes, and thick eyelashes that framed his eyes. The look that he gives me sent shivers down my spine. And dad? Proud?  Maybe I’m wrong about him. Maybe he really loves me, or either really cherishes me… no. He wouldn’t.

If he did, in the first place, he wouldn’t have cheated on mom. “What’s your name?” I asked softly. “Jace, nickname for Jonathan,” He laughed, “I know, it’s a dumb name.” His laughs where like ripples in a quiet pond, but except that the pond is my heart. His laughter was so beautiful like the chimes of a tinkling bell.

“What’s yours then?” He smiled and sat beside me, placing his sharp hunting knife and gun beside him. “Demitria.” I replied and looked down at my black nails. “What a weird name, and what a weird girl.” He looked into my eyes. I felt uncomfortable. No one ever looks into my eyes, especially because of my weird eye color. “Why do you wear contacts?” He re adjusted himself and his body closer to mine. I could even feel his body heat. I cleared my throat.

“A secret.” I put my fingers to my lips. “All rightie then. I’ll tell you my secret, and you’ll tell me yours.” He winked. I nodded. This is the first time I ever been so close to a boy, a hot one especially. He pursed his lips and rubbed his palms together. A small giggle escaped my lips before I could stop it. He looked at me with a bemused look. “What’s so funny?” He poked me in the cheek. I swatted his hand away playfully. “No, just that you’re a little… funny.” I smiled. It’s been so long since I really smiled. I really love the feeling. “You have a beautiful smile.” He noted.

I looked away. “Okay, one secret of mine… hm, I don’t really have a secret, but. Does I used to be in a nerd club count?” He laughed. “You?” I gasped and can’t help but laugh. “What? Chess or book club or something?” I said through fits of laughter. He rolled his eyes. He doesn’t seem to be offended or anything. “Not exactly, but maybe something even worst. I used to be in an anime club. I’m o-over that-now.” He stammered and a rosy pink color rushed up to his cheeks.

I straightened myself up and tried to picture him with a pair of nerd glasses and weird checkered clothing. Gosh, even I would never dress like that, dead or alive. “No not that kind of what you’re picturing okay?” He blushed deeper. “Are you gay?” I blurted out suddenly.

He looked at me with an unexpected look. Oops I might have just killed our conversation, plus the whole friendship. “No…” He trailed off and burst into a fit of laughter. What? He propped himself up with his left arm looked up at the willow tree. “So… you’re not angry?” He shook his head. I plucked a green leaf of the grass. “Nope. It’s getting late.” He said. I looked up and saw the orange sun setting in the pale horizon.

“Come on, I’ll bring you back to Faller’s house.” He whistled towards the bushes, and suddenly, there was sounds of a horse trotting. My eyes widened and I spun around to see a beautiful midnight black horse. “You have a horse?” I squeaked with amazement. Wow, I have never in my whole life been this close to a horse. Of course, I’ve been living in New York for so many years. “Yup.” He said popping the ‘p’ and patted the horse’s neck. The horse looked at me with his caramel brown eyes. He nuzzled me in the neck. “Aw, he’s so sweet.” I whispered and stroked his silky mane. “Huh, normally he hates humans.” He shrugged and helped me up the horse. “Hate? You could have killed me you know.” I said as he climbed on behind.

“Yes, but I know how to tame him. He’s my friend for 5 years. Since I was  13.” He patted the horse’s sides and the horse quickened to a fast trot.

“What’s his name?” My fingers twirled in his black hair. “Night. He was an abandoned mare when we moved in. He was found at the backyard. Clary was feeding her. Your mom.” He spoke so softly into my ear. I stiffened when I heard Clary’s name.

People thought that Clary was my mom, since Faller’s my dad, and Clary’s his wife. Is he going around spreading this? “Clary’s not my mom.” I said and looked up ahead, to see the forest clearing out. “S-sorry.” He stammered and squeezed my shoulders lightly. “I was crying just now because I have to stay with my dad, and I don’t want to so I just jumped out of the car.” He was silent for a moment, then he said. “Faller’s a good guy. He’s a great father. You should trust him… someday.”

Everyone is telling me that, should I believe them?

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