KRIS:
Why exactly did I agree to come clubbing with Paige?
I asked myself for the umpteenth time, stealing a glance at Paige who was on the dance floor having the time of her life. The bitch could drag me to hell if she had her way. While she was having a good time at the dance floor, my little pathetic self was sitting at the bar, nursing my third glass of booze with an annoying talkative beside me, chatting my ears off.
Yay, this is so much fun! I cheered myself on.
"So, you wanna dance?" The chatty stranger who was sitting beside me asked. He had been chatting my ears off ever since he arrived. He simply didn’t care about how disinterested I was.
"Errr, not really. My boyfriend won't like that," I transparently lied.
It was a lie that had become a part of me. I was surprised it didn’t jump out of my mouth at the first attempt of the opposite sex talking to me.
Don’t judge me.
It was the only way of getting unwanted guys away from me. For instance, in such a situation where I had to blatantly say no, it would have unnecessarily dragged the conversation, but suggesting that I have a boyfriend would end it quickly.
See. I'm a genius.
"But I don’t see him around..." He looked around to convey his point, making me roll my eyes.
"He w…" I attempted to cover up with a lie but was interrupted.
"Hey baby, sorry to keep you waiting," a deep voice spoke from beside me. Instantly I felt someone slide onto the barstool next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
What the hell? I raged on mentally. Well, I'm actually in need of a pretend boyfriend, so let's just say God sent an angel.
"He's here already. My boyfriend." I smiled sweetly at the guy who had asked me to dance.
He looked at the guy whose hand was still on my shoulder and scurried away.
Huh? Is he that ugly for you to run away? I wondered, before daring to look at the angel who rescued me.
Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a man who could only be described as a god in human form.
Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good-looking, right?
He had dark silver eyes and jet-black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With my eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind was:
I love guys with lip rings. I want to know how it feels to kiss one.
Wait! You don't even know him, Kris! I reminded myself, finally breaking out of my trance.
"You're an angel, right?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
A deep chuckle left his lips. It sounded heavenly, making me internally swoon.
God, can I please keep him till you need him again? You said we should ask and it shall be given unto us. Those were my thoughts.
How I'd become godly in a second, I couldn't understand.
"I'll be your angel," he replied confidently.
Wait? Is he not my angel yet? I frowned in confusion.
"Kris, oh—err."
Fucking Paige. You just had to come at this moment.
I snapped my head in her direction. "I'm going to use the bathroom. Sorry for disturbing your moment." She winked at me before turning to leave.
Should I turn around? What if God has taken him away?
Slowly I turned my head, luckily he was still there.
Yay! God answered my prayer.
"You done eye-fucking me?" he asked after a moment.
That seemed to snap me out of my trance.
"Err, I wasn't eye-fucking you." I was never going to admit that.
"Of course you weren't." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.
"Wait? What was that little act for?" I suddenly remembered how he had pretended to be my boyfriend.
"Just take it as help from me." He shrugged.
"Didn't ask for it. Do you normally go about helping people you don't know?"
"No, but you looked like you needed it at the time."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You have a very expressive face. I'm sure the guy knew you were lying."
"Whatever, at least he left. So I guess I owe you a thank you."
"Nah…I don't take thanks." He shook his head slightly.
"A drink then?"
"I can get one for myself."
"What do you want then?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I'll let you know but just know you owe me, Kris." He answered, staring into my eyes.
Huh?
"Wait…how do you know my name?"
"Weren’t you the one who called me an angel? Well, angels know everything," he stated, his lips curling into a smirk.
With that, he got up and left, leaving me in a state of confusion.
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It was Monday morning. Let me tell you, I hated Mondays. If it was up to me it would have been added to the weekend or better yet, removed from the week altogether.
I felt like I was still hungover from the alcohol I had consumed on Saturday night at the club. However, thanks to Paige, I was up and ready to start the day.
I didn't know how she was completely fine. She must be superhuman.
How sweet! Bitch.
She was driving me to school because I was in no position to drive myself.
"I have a feeling you'll be sleepwalking all day." She laughed looking at me from the corner of her eyes while focusing on the road.
I gave her the middle finger which made her chuckle louder.
A few minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot of Queens High. Yeah, that was the name of my school. For a school that was coeducation, it had a really weird name. I got out of the car and was making my way into the building when I heard someone calling my name.
I turned to see Chris, my other best friend.
Yeah, we kinda have the same name. Kris. Chris.
He walked up to me and hugged me. "You look like shit," he said in my ear.
"Trust me. I know."
"Beautiful shit, nonetheless." He grinned, releasing me from our embrace.
What the hell? There’s no such thing as beautiful shit. But then, that's Chris for you.
"OMG…guys, have you seen the new students?" Lexi came rushing towards us.
Y'all meet Lexi. My third best friend. I know I have a lot of best friends. You don't have to tell me.
"Oh, yeah. I saw them on my way here, they were heading towards the principal's office," Chris added.
"They're so hot." Lexi sighed dreamily while fanning her face.
I rolled my eyes at her attitude. Lexi found a lot of guys hot. And most of the time, only a few of them were qualified for that title. Either that or my scale of rating hot guys was way higher than hers. Nonetheless, I wasn't fazed by her description.
"Are they that good looking?" Paige asked doubtfully, her question mirroring my thoughts.
"Yeah. I would do one of them if not both. They're that hot," Chris responded, stressing the HOT.
Yes, Chris was bisexual, so he got his way with both sexes, since he was really hot himself, to the extent that I would be into him. But he was too much of an ass wipe and I saw him as my elder brother, which was surely mutual.
"Uh-huh. Kris, I'm gonna get a glimpse of this hotness. You coming?" Paige inquired, glancing at me.
"Nah, I'm gonna get a place to sit till classes start."
My legs were still wobbly which is why I couldn't risk moving unnecessarily, and it was just some really good-looking guys. Nothing special. I was sure I would see them around before the day ended.
"Okay. I'll give you a detailed description of them later." Paige grinned and sauntered away with Lexi by her side.
I turned to Chris and we both walked into the building. He was giving me updates about his weekend which I wasn't listening to since my brain was foggy with sleeplessness.
I wondered how I would make it through my classes all day.
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Finally, classes were about to begin. My first class was in Mathematics.
Ugh, kill me now. I hate math.
It was a miracle I had passed it. I walked into the class and took my seat at the back with the sole purpose of snoozing my way through it. The classroom was almost full, but the teacher had yet to arrive, so I rested my head on my desk. I was minutes away from dozing off when the door suddenly shot open, creating a loud bang, and in came Mr. Dale, our math teacher. Always the attention seeker, but this time he entered with a stranger beside him.
A very hot one. Scratch that, smoking hot. Like I could see the smoke around him.
My foggy brain was doing wonders on my eyes.
"Good morning, class," Mr. Dale greeted. "We have a new student," he announced.
"Tell the class your name," he said looking at the ‘hottie’.
Yes, I've nicknamed him.
"I'm Valentine Fox," Hottie replied in a deep voice. I was certain that more than half of the girls in the class orgasmed at the mere sound of his voice.
"Alright. Find a seat. Let's start today's class," Mr. Dale said.
Hottie looked around the classroom. His hazel eyes met mine for a nanosecond before switching to the seat next to me, which was the only vacant one left.
Great.
He strode towards it, sitting down next to me. I had a strong urge to look at him, but I decided against it and focused on the teacher.
A few minutes into the lesson, I lost concentration as every equation on the board was looking like jargon to me. I opened my book and began sketching a baby with wings.
I was almost done with my doodle when Hottie spoke to me.
"Is this how you always spend your math class?" I looked towards him at the sound of his voice.
Staring at him was like looking straight at the sun.
Well, not really, but you get what I mean.
"Errr...actually yes. Math is not my favorite subject," I stated, still looking at him.
"Do you always look at people that way or is it just me?" He smirked.
I was caught in the act, but I definitely would not let him believe that.
"Mhm, I can practically see your over-inflated ego, but just so you'd know, I wasn't staring at you. You kinda look like someone I know so just confirming," I lied.
He smirked harder and shook his head. "Oh, yeah?"
"Mhm." I nodded.
His eyes drifted to my doodle and he took my note to have a proper look.
"What do you call this?" He raised a perfectly shaped brow.
"A baby angel." I grinned.
I know I draw weird things. I think my middle name should be weird.
"It's cute. Do you do this often?" he asked, referring to the sketch.
"Umm, yeah. But only in class when I'm bored. It's a great way to pass time." I shrugged. "You should probably listen and stop talking to me. It's your first day," I added as I took the note from him and continued my drawing.
"Nah, I'd rather talk to you than listen to this boring lecture." He winked and I rolled my eyes.
We ended up conversing throughout that period. At the end of class, the teacher left and everyone was making their way out while I was still packing my things. I wasn't in a hurry, and again, I had no strength to rush.
I'm still hung-over, remember?
Hottie got up to leave, "See you around, errr…"
"Kris," I offered.
"Mhm, Kris. I like the sound of your name. I like you." He grinned, flashing me his dimples and I rolled my eyes.
With that, he left. I lazily strapped my backpack onto one shoulder and trudged outside, heading to my next class.
I finally made it till lunch break without collapsing. Immediately when the bell went off, I took myself to the cafeteria with the hope of meeting my friends there.
When I got to our usual table, it was unoccupied. I had arrived earlier than usual. I decided to take a seat and wait for them. I sat down and dropped my bag at the foot of the chair only for me to raise my head and see a figure looming over me.
I was shocked at who it was.
Do angels visit when you do not need them?
I'm sure you know who it was already. The guy, I mean, the angel that helped me at the club because you don't expect me to believe that a guy acted along with my lie just to deceive another guy and didn't even ask for my name?
Shit like that only happens in movies. I was even under the influence of alcohol, so it might never have happened. I was certain that I was only hallucinating due to my hangover and because I was really tired.
The dude can't be real.
I closed my eyes, opened them, and rubbed them with my hands, but he was still there with an annoying smirk on his face like he was laughing at an inside joke.
I decided to speak up. "Err, hi?"
"You done eye-fucking me?" He smirked.
"I wasn't eye-fucking you. Just felt you looked familiar."
"Oh yeah?" He arched a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Mhm, my angel?" I grinned, feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real, so I played along.
"Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes.
Huh?
"Aren't you…?"
"Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend," a familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me.
Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered.
"I've met her before," Angel replied. "On Saturday, at a club," he explained.
At this point, I didn't know what was going on.
"Oh, well. Kris, Lucian is my elder brother." Hottie smiled and I looked at Angel as he flashed me a lopsided grin.
All this hotness is making me dizzy.
They both took their seats across from me. It took a snap of their fingers to make me realize it was all real.
"You okay?" they chorused.
"Yeah. Just a little tired," I lied. Well, it's technically the truth.
"Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked.
"I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals.
Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples, but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring.
"I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an angel?" He smirked.
"Err, yeah sure. But considering how we met, it's just so strange for someone like you to help someone like me at a club." I waved my hand at him to emphasize my point.
He raised an eyebrow at my words.
"I mean you're hot as fuck and I'm just plain old me." My hand flew to my mouth at what I had just uttered, but he let out a deep chuckle.
"Speaking of help, you owe me," he stated.
"Oh, yeah. What's it gonna be?" I was damn curious.
"I'll let you know," he replied.
Huh?
From the corners of my eyes, I saw Paige, Chris, and Lexi approaching us with shocked looks on their faces. Just as they got to the table, Hottie returned carrying a tray of food.
I should probably start calling him Valentine.
He placed it right in front of me on the table and took a burger from it as he sat down. Soon, my friends sat down after introductions were made. I knew they would bug me for details later.
I could feel all the eyes in the room on me. I wasn't used to the unnecessary attention, but all thanks to Angel and Valentine, everyone knew I existed now.