Revival of a King (Black Hallows Book 1) by G N Wright

Author:G N Wright [Wright, G N]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-20T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

MARCUS

Best friend, enemy, stranger, stalker.

That sums up my relationship with Ells from past to present. I thought I felt empty during the three years that we were apart. Out of sight but never out of mind. That hollowness is nothing compared to what I feel now. The ache of seeing her everyday makes it hard to talk, think, breathe.

We are together but separate. Close, yet never further apart. I watch her, both consumed and infuriated by her presence. Eyes as blue as the ocean and a smile that could turn the world.

Trying to figure out what happened three years ago is like trying to complete a jigsaw without the final image and some of the pieces missing. It’s impossible and it’s even worse when the answers hide inside a package of pure perfection. A package that is dead set on forgetting I ever existed.

She likes to pretend she hasn’t been watching me too, but she has. Always when she thinks I’m not looking at her which is stupid really because I am always looking at her. When you have a sunset in your view you don’t let your gaze wander from it. I see how she tracks my whereabouts every time she enters a room or how her jaw ticks whenever a girl tries to talk to me, and she always looks murderous if they touch me. She thinks I don’t see that, but I do.

You’d think someone going out of their way to avoid you would mean you wouldn’t see them and I guess that would work if I wasn’t actively making sure I get in her path every chance I get. The only time I give her solace is when she heads to the bleachers for lunch. I followed her the first day she went there but was stopped in my tracks when I saw her there. She looked peaceful, free, like she had released the weight she carries on her shoulders. I couldn’t take that away from her.

Instead I bide my time, learn her routine, notice her quirks, and store them away in my mind. It’s how I know to be waiting for her first thing in the morning. She doesn't go into school until the first lesson is underway of which I am sure she arranged it with Lock for it to not be an issue as none of the teachers ever call her out for it. That or her surname grants her leniencies that others here aren’t accustomed to.

I watch as she enters the deserted hallways. Her hair is pulled to the side in some kind of messy braid and she is wearing yet another band shirt that's tucked at the front and loose at the back. Her jeans hug her curves until they flare out slightly at the bottom where she is wearing a pair of classic black chucks. How can she make the simplest outfit look sexy as fuck?

I follow her like a predator, and she is my prey. I wait for her to get close to the counselor’s old office before I strike.

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