Havik is a guy with major anger issues. He doesn't let people in; instead he becomes destructive and violent to frighten them off. People are nothing to him. However, love has a funny way of changing things when Havik becomes unexpectedly close to a...
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My fingers fiddle with the combination lock on my locker, spinning it until it's open before throwing my bag inside and taking out everything I need for my morning classes. My gaze lingers on my copy of B/C, and I decide to grab it as well in case I get any free time today. It'll help pass the time. As I reach out to get it, however, the locker door is suddenly slammed shut, giving me a start. My hand withdrew to my chest in an instant as I whipped my head towards the person who closed it, able to hear my heart pounding between my ears as I stare at them with enlarged eyes. I heave a small sigh upon meeting a set of honey-colored eyes and attempt to settle my frayed nerves. Havik still scares me, I won't lie, but after yesterday, I've decided to give him a chance. I was hoping he'd be a lot less brash now, but I guess not.
"Christ, Havik! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"I'm surprised you're not more worried about me almost breaking your hand," he mentions blatantly, as though he was unbothered by the fact that he could've hurt me.
"I was, but you still scared the crap out of me. When did you even get here?" I swear, I didn't see him in the hall. Maybe I was just so busy that I hadn't noticed?
"Just now." With another sigh, I shake my head while opening the locker again to grab the book before fastening the lock. I, then, turn away, expecting Havik to follow me, since we have the same first class, but he didn't seem to like this. I accidentally drop my things when he suddenly snags my wrist to tug me back, sending it all to the floor as I bump into his chest. He had acted so quickly, I didn't have time to react. I wince while placing a hand on him to gain more space, but his hold did not loosen as he shoots a glare down at me.
"Hey, hey, take it easy!" After managing to get my hand out, I take a step back and rub the damaged skin with care, noticing that it was starting to bruise. I suck in air through my teeth upon feeling a sharp sting when I touch it and glare at the boy. "The hell was that for?"
"Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you," he demands in a low growl before stepping towards me and grabbing the collar of my red and blue sweatshirt.
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