Two families
The son of one
The daughter of the other
One, the dark prince of the world in which they live
The other, the queen in a world that is entirely her own
He is seen and worshipped by all who meet him
She is invisible and lives in the...
I wake with a smile on my face, which rarely occurs because I am not a fan of school or doing anything that isn't particularly for myself.
Call me an asshole, I know. But it's just the way I am.
However, my spirits this morning are on a new high level because my dreams from the previous night were filled with sapphire eyes and a smile that puts the sun to shame.
I still don't fully get it.
Why I'm so fucking attached to her.
Why that smile makes me willing to do anything for her or why those eyes could never get me to say no. Not that she knows that, of course.
But I don't think I mind now.
And besides, I did wake up with a plan in mind. Something that will benefit me and even her, might she try and deny it.
She also may attempt to refuse what I want but as I've mentioned, I don't really take no for an answer.
Except in the consensual manner. I'm not that bad of a person.
Plus, my request is simple. For both me and her to complete.
I mean, it's not hard to get a girl's number. Especially for me. I've done it countless of times. It's mostly them begging for mine. Not to sound vain but I'm surprised she hasn't asked me yet.
I just hope my stubborn girl doesn't make this difficult.
I'd hate for her to be late for class.
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I exit my car and walk around to Angel, who is leant against his own and surrounded by three girls I don't remember the names or faces of.
"There you are." He huffs. "Took you long enough."
"Hey, Lucas." One of the girls pipes up. She's a leggy blonde with an eager stare but I don't pay much attention to her. Not that I can with the other girl that's constantly on my mind.
"Here yet?" I ask him, careful not to say her name. Not that I care whether people realise I care but because I don't want to risk nasty rumours spreading about her.
I could get everyone to back the fuck off but having them not gossip privately within earshot of her is slightly more difficult. And given what I know about her past and what still goes on through that little head of hers, I don't want anything to get worse.
It will probably happen eventually, when I finally, fully have her and she's okay with me telling the whole fucking world but until then, ...
"Not yet." He answers, knowing who I'm talking about.
I lean next to him and check the time on my watch. She should be here soon.
