Moonlight

Chapter 1

I tend not to give in to rumours, but actually hear it from the person themselves.

Though, I don't doubt the rumours about him.

Although, Angel was known for one thing that I was certain wasn't a rumour.

Everyone at Lockwood high knew that once the beast is out, there was no turning back.

Angel's anger was something everyone feared him for.

Angel had fought a guy on the football team until he was nearly dead.

Luckily a teacher had stopped it in time, it took all three of Angel's friends to get him off the guy.

I realised I had been staring at him for so long, and I quickly looked away before he could catch me.

I forget who I was within that moment, as my mind races with thoughts.

"Daisy, right ?" His deep British Italian accent sent chills down my spine.

I gulp and turn my head in his direction, his eyes rested on the moon as he exhaled the white smoke.

"Yes." I whisper out.

For the first time in this moment, he looked at me.

My breath got caught in my throat as I looked up at him.

His eyes were a mix of grey and blue, the light of the moon shone upon them, making them seem magical. They were cold and empty, void of any emotion.

His skin was flawless, the tattoos on his chest peaked up from under his black hoodie. His cheekbones were high and arched, sculpted to perfection.

His lips were placed perfectly plump and red. And his jaw was sharp and defined, looking as if it was made by the gods themselves.

He had deep brown, almost black coloured hair. It was cropped to the bottom of his ears, as the brown mess sat on his head flopping down over his forehead.

His muscles could be visibly seen from under his hoodie, as they were shaped around his arms seeming to be fitted nicely.

He physically seemed to be made perfect, as there was to be no finer male that could possibly beat the way he looked.

His appearance could make any man or woman weak at the knees.

Though, it was also intimidating as hell.

He held a sort of power within him, making anyone drop to their knees and obeying instantly.

He seemed to be scanning me as I was with him, until he looked away from me, putting out his cigarette in the process.

"What's got you crying, Daisy ?" He asks me emotionlessly, his eyes glancing to the sky.

I sigh and aimlessly shrug my shoulders.

"Nothing important," I answer as I subconsciously play with the sand.

He was looking right at the moon, making his eyes glint under the moonlight.

They glance to mine, our eyes connecting before looking away not being able to handle the intensity they held.

"Why are you here ?" I ask him.

His face remains blank, as he replies.

"Peaceful." He answers.

I smile to myself at the answer.

It was really peaceful.

We sit on the beach under the moonlight, silently.

"Daisy ?" I hear a deep voice call from behind me.