Random Knigghts by Dennitra Lomax (crime books to read TXT) 📖

I’d tripped, and my death stare miss just ticked me off even more, "Moovvee," I said in a dark voice, through my teeth.
"Get a load of that," she said, sort of under her breath but still loud enough for me to hear. Her gaze still didn’t meet mine, and due to my irritation, I thought twice about looking in the direction of her baby blue eyes. But her face, her face seemed to glow in warmth that had absolutely nothing to do with the weather.
I turned to view what it was that frozen her, and I noticed she wasn’t the only one who was stuck in this trance, everyone in the hallway was! They were all facing the same direction and wore the same expression, aside from the guys, who wore a jealous type of facial expression. My eyes skimmed over everyone else's, frantically trying to find who or what they were looking at, until finally. There it was, there he was. His golden hair slopped around his head-and his face-as though no effort had been put into it, yet it seemed to lay in all the right places as though it had taken hours to master. From between his hair his eyes were a piercing green, like a meadow in the spring time, and his full lips were astonishing.
As he walked through the crowd in the hallway, everyone shifted, as he passed them, to continue to stare. His lips curled up into what appeared to be a shy smile, flashing his pearly white teeth that looked like they would glow in the dark for being so bright. With the sun directly behind him like it was I would swear he were a god, and his toned body only added to that thought. His shirt fit so perfectly like it were carved onto him, while his jeans slightly sagged around his waist. I fully understood why no one could break their gaze from him, he was by far the most beautiful thing in the entire town, and my gaze could not be broken either. I felt as though he would ascend into the sky, as if his appearance here was an accident and he needed to return to the heavens where he belonged. For that reason, my eyes were locked on him. Not wanting to miss any moment of this mistake.


Chapter 2

He continued to walk through the hall, occasionally throwing a wave here and there to girls who gawked over his beauty, which sent them into a panicky, frenzy of squeals and yelps. Their excitement seemed to catch him off-guard, his brows creased downward into what looked like confusion. Which made absolutely no sense because you’d think someone with the features and attributes he had would be used to these reactions, arrogant even, but he wasn't. His expression made me rethink mine, turning my hanging open mouth and wide-eyed pupils into a sealed shut lip and squinting eyes to attempt to analyze his further expressions. As I did just that, I noticed he was moving much closer to where I stood and my heart started to flutter as though someone had released a dozen butterflies into it. I broke from the trance that I seemed to be in, and brushed past baby blue eyes to get to my locker to interchange my books. I expected to hear the squeals of the girls fade as he passed by, but they only seemed to intensify in sound and it was beginning to give me a headache.
Before I could shut my locker and rush to my next class to escape this torment, I saw him in my peripheral vision, and I fought with all of my might not to turn his way, but then.
"Hey."
His smooth voice pushed all of my thoughts away and left me completely blank for only a split second, and then my mind began to race. Did he just speak to me? No, he couldn't have been speaking to me. But just in case, I turned to face him and sure enough there he was. Both his eyes and body were lowered to attempt to meet my eyes-which was a task because both our eyes were hidden by our hair-and when they met, I froze just as I knew I would. I’d totally forgotten he’d spoken to me, until I saw the anxious look in his eyes.
"H-hi," I managed to stuttered out.
My response seemed to ease his anxiousness, and he flashed his brilliant smile my way. Once again, my heart fluttered while my knees felt about as strong as twigs and I feared they would snap. Why would he stop at my locker just to say hi to me? As if answering my mental question, he opened the locker next to mine and spoke.
"We're locker buddies."
After smiling, he grabbed his backpack to empty his books from it into his new locker. His smile sent my heart a flutter yet again, until I realized he only spoke to me because I was standing right next to his future locker. My heart ceased to flutter and my expression changed from bliss, to embarrassment, to anger. How could I think someone as beautiful as him, would treat me any different than the way everyone else treated me? I slammed my locker shut, startling him, and stomped to my next class. On my walk home, I was still fuming over my stupidity with the new guy and it had me in an odd funk all day. I was more humiliated with myself, than angry with him. Especially since no one even noticed the brief conversation between he and I. But it was easier to be angry, I liked angry. Who starts at a new school in March anyway? The school year is more than halfway over! What an idiot move. I’d just turned the corner, that was my street, when I heard footsteps running up behind me.
"Hey! Allison, right?"
I stiffened to a halt as I recognized the voice speaking to me. That same smooth voice I’d heard earlier today, that made me feel all weird inside. I spun around, dizzy, but not from the spin, and looked at his lovely face. I skimmed over all of his features, from his golden hair, to his emerald green eyes, down to his moist, full lips. I was yet again, amazed at his beauty.
"Um, your name is Allison, right?"
"Oh yeah, I'm Allison." My brows rose in shock and then lowered into suspicion, "Why?"
"Well we didn't exactly get a proper introduction. So, figured I’d make up for it now. Hi, I'm Liam, Liam Wright." He held out his hand in an effort to shake mine, and I slipped my hand out of my jean’s pocket to shake his.
"Ouch!" We said in unison, as static shocked both our hands in the mist of our handshake. "Sorry," we said in unison once again, and we both chuckled at how in sync we seemed to be. I figured our moment was over, so I started walking back in the direction I was before Liam arrived. To my surprise, he was tagging along right beside me and I assume I shot him some sort of look.
"Oh, I'm sorry,” he said, “did you want to walk alone?"
He’d slowed his walk, to where he was trailing behind me now.
"Not at all," I replied in a bashful tone, my cheeks flushing to the brightest red.
"Cool."
He hurried to walk beside me once again, and for a few seconds we walked in silence, until I noticed the crowd following about 10 feet behind us. I could hear the giggles and whispers coming from the group of girls, and it infuriated me. My pace immediately picked up to get away from the lurking crowd behind me. Liam waved to the crowd, flashing his shy smile, and it annoyed me he was paying attention to those dull girls.
"You can go join them."
The acid in my voice shocked him, and me a little. I hadn't intended it to sound that cruel. After the shock left his face, a new expression washed over it.
He wore a smug smile and teased, "Are you jealousss..."
He prolonged the ending to emphasize his teasing tone.
"Absolutely not!"
My voice cracked at the end, ruining any chance of him believing I was truly angry, but the nerve of this guy! Why was he talking to me like we've known each other longer than just the few seconds we actually have?
"Why would I be, anyway?" I muttered.
I looked past him to view the girls who still lingered not far behind us, and knew I was lying to myself if I actually believed I stood a chance at competing with their beauty. They all varied in size, some short, some tall, but they all possessed features that indeed made them pretty. One was a strawberry blonde, another a red head, and the others were brunettes. It was obvious the blonde was the leader of them all. She stood in front of them, while the rest of the girls shifted their gaze from us to her, and back to us as if they were waiting for her command to pounce.
His voice broke my train of thought, "You shouldn't be."
I was so deep in my thoughts, I forgot what our conversation was about, "Huh?"
I replied, growing more and more irritated by the second. He smiled his shy smile, that I was beginning to know too well, while looking down and kicked something with his sneaker before speaking again.
"You have no reason to be jealous of those girls, or any other girl for that matter."
I’m so confused! Is he hitting on me? Why would he be hitting on me? He looked up, from shuffling what ever it was with his shoe, to meet my eyes, looking as innocent and sincere as a child. Waiting for my response or reaction. I'm sure the expression I wore, didn't match what he was expecting. His innocence vanished and he stood upright, I saw in his eyes he was embarrassed and I felt bad. I wonder if he saw the confusion on my face. Why would he be embarrassed by my confusion? He should expect that I would be confused by him hitting on me-if that was even what he was doing-or maybe he saw something else. Darn my face!
"Err, I'm not quite sure what you’re getting at. I'm sure your just trying to be nice, but in case you haven't noticed, your like the only one," I muttered to him, in almost a whisper.
I half-expected him to become angry with me, state that he was just trying to be nice, then walk away from me forever, but that didn't happen. His embarrassment faded and a half smile spread.
"Yeah, I kind of noticed how everyone acts around you, what's up with that anyway?"
His head tilted to one side, and his eyes filled with mere curiosity. I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I should tell him. I partly feared that, after I told him why no one liked me or spoke to me, he would suddenly see what they all saw. Also, I didn't exactly have a real reason as to why everyone despised me. I could tell him what I figured the reasons were, but I personally didn't see how any of them could actually be reasons to not like someone.
I shrugged, and chuckled before I spoke.
"Um, I guess you could say that my entire existence bothers everybody."
I hoped my attempt at nonchalance landed, I wasn't in the mood for a pity