Be Mine (1)

Should've said yes...

"Well, i think you made a mistake." Blake said, eating his usual lunch: a PB&J sandwich. "Dude, i'm telling you, shes crazy as bat shit."  Anthony replies, eating nachos. He didnt want to talk about this topic. "I mean, come on! No one just up and falls in love with someone in a three miniute period. And even if she did, shed be crazier than you are."

Blake snorted. "As if."
He went to go to throw away his tray when he say Anna looking at him from a table a few seats away.

Thats when he tripped over a backpack, fell on some rocks, ripped his shirt all to hell, and stood up, bare chest exposed. Christ, he was RIPPED! Muscles not too big nor too short, a huge scar across his arms, and a small, professionaly done heart tattoo above his real one. His arms were covered in tribal tattoos, and there was a kanji character on his back. Demon, if the translation was right.

Anna saw it all. "Oh... my god... he's better looking than what i imagined..." Oh god. This wasnt the plan. She was going to kill him, then use his blood in an altar. But this... this is... almost too much...
"Dear lord almighty in heaven most high..." she said, crossing herself and gulping a little. He was... oh god...

"Shit!" He exclaimed. That was his favorite shirt...
"Sorry..." the backpacks owner said, handing him some napkins. He wiped the excess cheese off of his chest, then snaped at the kid, "Just be glad i dont rip your damn head off, freshman!" before walking past Anna and ripped what was left of it off, grumbling about stupid kids and their damned backpacks being in the way.

She stood up and followed him, walking by his side.
He glanced at her, then said, "Dont you have anything better to do?" before going to his locker and pulling out a black Green Day hoodie.

Anna was silent. After all, she had just seen one of the most beutiful tattoos she'd ever seen.
"Whats the tattoo on your back..?" She asked quietly, staring at it as it disapeared under the black cloth.
"Why do you wanna know? You tackled me and threatened me. So why should i tell you?" He growled.

"Im curious. It's kanji for 'Demon', right?" She asks, lifting the hoodie up a bit.
He pulls away, then thinks. "Ok, ok." He sighs, tired of this girl already. "If i let you see it, you cant bother me for the rest of the month."
"The day." She corrected, motioning for him to remove the hoodie.
Sighing louder, he removes it and one could clearly see it was a gang symbol. Yakuza or...
"I got it for my little brother." He said, looking away as she gently traced the black outlining of the tattoo. "Really?" She asked quietly, using her finger to trace the tribal wolf on his shoulder. "He... died a few months ago. Some gang banger wanted to hurt me but shot him instead." He barely whispered, clenching his teeth, remembering the pain and agony that day brought.

She was shocked. Anna hadnt expected that. Even with her... 'abilities', she couldnt read his mind. "Oh my-"
He stood up instantly, then got exactly an inch above her face.
"Dont you dare say it. Dont you dare say 'I'm sorry' or 'thats horrible'. Ive heard that shit enough." He slowly stands on the balls of his feet, then sighs, choking a tear back.
"When i find them, i'm going to kill them. As slowly, and as painfully as he-" he started, but was interrupted by the sound of Anna running. She bear hugged him, tackled him, and burried her head in his chest, and squeezing him tightly. "I know exactly how you feel, Anthony." She said, looking in his eyes. Brown... almost black... and filled with such passion..!
"Dont let the darkness consume you. It will only make you into a monster." She said, squeezing him again.
Shaking his head, he walks out of the school, toward home, leaving Anna to think.

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"He's known pain..." Anna said to herself, holding the bandana she had snuck from around his neck to her chest. "He's known misery." She added, smiling and sniffing the bandana. Sweat, with a hint of quite expensive calogne. She smiled widely.

"Creed aventus..." she shuddered, then sniffed it again. "My new favorite calogne." She took it all in. The sweet-sour smell of calogne-sweat mix, the passion in the plot of revenge against a killer, his voice...
"Oh my god..." she exclaimed, feeling her heart race. "I'm... in love..!"