This is not a love story

This is not a love story. It’s maybe a story about love, but it is definitly not a love story. This is a history about a boy wih dark brown hair and eyes with the colour the ocean, eyes who could see trough everything, damn, that boy has the prettiest eyes I have ever seen.This boy took the pieces of my broken heart and made it whole again. This is a story about tears and smiles, about the best and the worst. This isn’t even a happy-ever-after-story, this is MY story.


7. Saved by the bell

Blue, his eyes are blue. Not just the normal blue, but many shades, from the colour of the sky till the tint of a rough sea. They shine defiant, like he's ready to attack at every moment.

When he sees my watching, he pulls up an eyebrow. Without realising, I do exactly the same. We keep on staring because we both don't want to be the first who looks away. I realise it was ridiculous to be nervous, I have watched death in the eyes, I can handle an handsome guy too. He's just a spoiled jerk that's used to get everything he wants. He seems suprised that I'm not bowing for him, I must be the first on who his piercing eyes don't work. But I can understand why he's the king of the school and everyone is avoiding him. He is tall and broad-shouldered. His hair stands in a messy lock so his high cheekbones contrast even better. He's the alpha here, that's clear. 

''Tell me, if you can live in America, why for God's sake did you come to England? You don't seem a girl that likes rain and cold.'' 

I freeze, what do I need to say? I want to start over, without everyones pitty. I don't want people to ask me questions. I don't want to say what happened. I don't want to see how the faces turn from empathy to confusion till uncomfort because they don't know how to react.

''Why do you live in England?'' I ask eventually with a challenging face.

''So you're going to act a bit mysterious?  Well I was born here and I never saw a reason to leave this place. What's your reason?'' His face stands even more provoking then mine.

''Maybe I will tell you once what my reason is. Maybe, if you ask it very sweet.'' 

He already opens his mouth to answer when the bell rings to clarify the first hour is over. I take my stuff and Cat is already there to ask what my second lesson is. 

Before I walk with her to the hallway, I quickly say to Will ''See you next class'' and I ignore his question. He follows me up with his eyes when I'm leaving the classroom, like his eyes are burning holes in my back.  I realise I'm narrowly saved by the bell.


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