Sometimes Love Breaks the Rules
7 parts Ongoing Mature"What are you doing to my bowl?"
I pause, slowly turning my head to see a tall figure towering over me.
My heart almost leaped out of my throat.
Oh Lord...
There stood before me, was the most hottest boy my blind self has ever seen in my entire short-lived life.
He stared at me curiously with his sharp, light hazel eyes, his brown hair wavy as some strands hooded just above his long dark lashes, effortlessly shaping his strong structured face. He had the cutest button nose, soft looking lips and smooth caramel skin. He was gorgeous, god-like if you will...
And yet here I was, my arm stuck in a punch bowl, my face beet red and clothes covered in what smelt like cranberry juice and something strong, looking like a mentally unstable alcoholic.