Fate, Strings and a Scissors | ✓

Draft 2: And Thus, She Runs Into Her Old Bodyguard

I stood up dusting myself. "I'm so so sorry. I didn't-" My voice caught in my throat as I started at the person before me.

A guy with dark ocean blue eyes and lightly tanned skin stood there. His hair was dyed white and fell above his ocean blue eyes. And he was tall. Taller than Aksel.

Why am I using Aksel as a comparison?

He was also built. Like he played lots of sports and hit the gym regularly. Compared to Aksel who I recalled having a much leaner, paler but still fit build.

How did I even notice that??

He was handsome in a rather vicious way. A bruise was healing on his left jawline. His nose looked like it had been hit and fixed a hundred times. His knuckles were scruffy and three fingers had bandaids on them.

I usually didn't mentally compliment guys much since I steered clear of them, but his features were glaring even while wounded. Quite the opposite of Aksel who was pretty and without a scar in any visible area.

What's wrong with me???

Either way, he looked like he'd just stepped out of a fashion show for troubled men. Just like... nobody.

Stop thinking about Mr Poisoned Chocolate, please. I begged myself.

The person in question was also assessing me. Which explained why he hadn't spoken to me yet with how long I was monologuing like a novel protagonist. The rage boiling in his ocean blue eyes melted slowly as he placed his phone back to his ear.

"Hey, Aksel? That girl you spoke of... what was she putting on today?" He asked.

My eyes slightly widened and my stomach churned in discomfort. Aksel? Was he his friend or something? Would he have a 'the enemy of my friend is also my enemy?' mentality?

Yeah. I'm dropping out of this school.

"What'd you mean you didn't see it? Are you blind?" He asked in an incredulous voice.

I furrowed my brows. He didn't see? Was I right about him squinting his eyes to see me clearly? Or was I just so unimportant that he didn't bother noting what I was wearing?

I made a move to go but his eyes snapped back to me. "Don't leave." He said. It was an order. I didn't dare move another step.

A thought struck me as he remained on the call. If he's friends with Aksel then...

I stared closely at him and sure enough, he had a lot of luck. They twirled and danced beautifully around him. Not nearly as much as Aksel but much more than the average person on the street. If he and Aksel were truly friends, Aksel must have literally rubbed off some of his luck to him. Or he was just a really lucky guy. He shone too.

His eyes lit up. "Jordan confirmed it? She's his daughter?" He questioned.

I frowned a little. Seeing his eyes that way instead of full of anger suddenly made him look familiar. And this wasn't a case of, 'I think I know him' like Aksel. No. I definitely knew him. My covered right eye hurt. And it was my clearest sign that I was actually remembering something from my past.

Of course you know him. He's your old bodyguard. Intrude whispered, finally trying to be helpful. Trying and failing.

My old bodyguard?

He cut the call and looked at me once more. "You're Jin, right?" He asked carefully.

I nodded cautiously, wondering why he was using my nickname and not the full thing like a stranger would.