Maris

"Do you think I should do it?" The ginger head boy asked, twirling a basketball on his finger with his eyes glued to Maris who he had a long time crush on.

"What?" Maris cocked up both her brows with confusion written all over her face. She hadn't been listening to what he was saying. "Yeah. I mean, sure."

She nodded her head without knowing what he had asked and picked up her coffee to sip from it, but hesitated just in case it was hot. Slowly, she kissed the coffee cup and pushed her head back. The liquid was warm and it covered her taste buds like a blanket.

"Okay, thank you very much." His blue eyes sparkled with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips and she returned it.

She had been pondering on who the blue eyed god was. Why did he stare at her with a gaze that never faltered? She could no longer think straight as all her thoughts were consumed by him.

Her stomach rumbled and she placed a palm on it, rubbing it lightly.

"So... Last week," the kid who wasn't more than the age of eighteen spoke out and Maris blinked rapidly, trying to focus on him. "I had hit a stray dog with my bike."

"Mmhm," Maris hummed, nodding for him to continue.

"So I got down to check on it, but something drastic happened." He winced as the memory flashed fresh in front of him. Maris nodded urging him to speak further. "It bit me."

Maris' eyes widened and she plastered both her elbows on the table before clasping her fingers with her mouth hung open.

"Where?" She stretched her neck to look at his hand. "Was it really bad?"

"It stung like hell, see." He rolled up his sleeve and waved his arm.

The bite marks were still visible and appeared like it was given to him just yesterday.

"My goodness," Maris said, holding her chest. "When did you say it bit you and did you treat it?"

"Last week and yes, I saw a doctor. I mean, it wasn't that bad because the pain stopped before I reached the hospital." He explained.

"Uhm..." Maris trailed off, trying to recall his name. "You're-"

"Jeremy." The boy pulled down his sleeve and scratched his hair. "I also feel some kind of way and it's really weird... That's why I'm here to talk."

"What type of way, Jeremy?"

"Like a-"

He hesitated and tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes at Maris.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, a line forming above his brows. "Miss Maris?"

"What do you mean?" Maris asked. "Is something wrong with my face?"

She picked up a hand mirror and screamed once she made eye contact with her reflection.

"What the hell?!" She got to her feet, refusing to believe the unusually red eyes belonged to her.

The almond shaped jewels were bloodshot and tears welled up in them. Strange.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" The kid asked and she glared at him for a minute before returning her gaze to the mirror.

Jeremy got to his feet and a book about lycanthropy fell from his laps. Just as he bent to pick it up, Maris gasped when her eyes sparked and the mirror slipped from her hand the moment the bruise around her wrist stung.

The pain shot up to her chest and she clutched it to stop her heart from going wild.

"Miss Maris?" He called out to his counselor who was having a hard time to breathe.

Suddenly, she pivoted on her heels and ran out of the office. Her thoughts were all over the place as she ran with a blurry vision.

"Ouch!" She yelped when she bumped into the chest of someone–the opposite gender because the chest was solid Rock and–

Comforting.

Her subconscious whispered and she zapped out of her trance, blinking away the tears. The strange human wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her to his body.

His smell intoxicated her and her eyes closed on their own accord. Her stomach felt sick the moment he tightened his grip. Abruptly, her eyes snapped open when the voices in her head yelled her name.

"What the hell is this?" She spat, trying to push him off of her, but he was too strong.

"Stay calm, it's for your own good." His voice sent tingles down her spine.

Just when she was about to trust the stranger and enjoy the moment, her stomach churned and a lump sat in her throat.

"Oh!" She groaned and tried to push him away, but there was no luck. In one insane second, she gagged on nothing in particular and in no time, his shirt was covered with her smelly vomit.

He pushed her away from his body and she used it as an opportunity to take in his features. She jerked when she had seen it was the guy from this morning, but she still couldn't see his face because of the handkerchief covering it.

Immediately, she ran into her car and just when she was about to move the gear stick, it broke and frustration embraced her.

"Ah!" She groaned and turned the ignition, but there wasn't any luck there either because it broke into half.

More frustration.

"Ah!" Maris screamed when she heard the sound of someone knocking on her window like it was on her head instead.

She spun and locked gazes with the same boy and narrowed her eyes into crinkled slits.

"What do you want from me?!" Maris fumed, anger spider webbing her heart.

"I saw you needed help and-"

Blue eyes didn't get to finish his sentence because Maris pushed the door open with all her might and stepped out of the car, anger flaring out of her nose.

"Stay away from me-" she pointed a finger at him and halted in her tracks, scanning him from head to toe and having an instant distaste for his shoes. "What ever your name is, stay away from me!"

She hissed and turned to walk away with her nose in the air.

"You keep making bad things to happen to me!" She screamed and glanced over her shoulder.

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Maris strolled into a bar and sat down on one of the stools, looking passed the bar man and scanning the drinks that were stacked up on the shelves.

She wasn't exactly the most sane person in the world, she hadn't been getting any sleep as she constantly heard voices whispering her name.

She even stuffed her ears with ear plugs and still heard those voices loud and clear in her head.

"One dark and stormy, please." Maris ordered, staring owlishly at the two men beside her who looked like they were about to throw blows.

"How dare you shove my shoulder and look me in the face to say you slept with my girlfriend?" A huge biker man growled and veins popped out on the side of his head.

"She came to me. After all, I lasted more than five minutes, unlike you." The second man with a foul smell so strong that it made goosebumps crawl on Maris' arm orated.

"That's it!" The biker man jumped and his fist made contact with foul smell's face.

Maris sighed and rolled her eyes before climbing the bar table.

"Guys!" She yelled, but couldn't get their attention. "Guys!"

They all halted in their tracks with their mouths hung open. Maris herself was surprised because she couldn't believe that the voice was from her.

"Em..." She cleared her throat and wore a confident look. "Calm down guys. What's the fuss all about?"

Her voice melted their hearts and in no time, they were under her spell.