Dwight Blake Johnson:

"There still swim a number of fishes in the waters of this world, dude. Do you want me to introduce you to some of them?" Johnathan smirked, taking a slow quaff from his tumbler of white wine.

"Haha... haha... ha-ha-ha-ha" I derided, alleviating the tie to take a relaxing breath.

"Don't you remember the last time, you tried to match me up with that blonde? Seriously dude, I've had enough" I huffed, rolling my eyes at the chuckling John and grabbed myself a biscuit.

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I heard a female voice say, as I felt a figure impending the table. There is this extra hype in that tone, which told me this 'date' was no different then the millions John had made me meet before.

The figure that met my sight was a blonde to start with, had her hair done in an all down kind of style. Her face was caked white... I mean really, caked in a way that showed the right difference of a white line just at the mid of her neck, separating the two complexions completely. Her eyes were natural blue, but had forcefully been made to stand out. Her figure was lean, which was wrapped in a silver, off-shoulder knee-length dress. Fake nails were coated in neon pink nail polish, matching her lips. To end the look, she wore peep toe high heels.

She was indeed making herself suffer with all that forced fashion.

I casted a smile and pushed the chair out for her, before seating myself back in.

That high-pitch sound again, before she pulled an inhaler out from her purse and took a long puff in.

She remarked out of nowhere and bit her lip, batting those too-long-for-real lashes and fell on the chair with a 'plop'.

My eyes were wide from her sudden outburst and breath stuck midway in the trachea.

I pointed at the restroom and abruptly stood up.

she remarked smirking as she pouted her neon pink lips and tapped her fake nails onto the table.

Almost running towards the restroom, I slammed the door closed behind me before leaning against it.

Speed dialling the number, I held the phone against my ear; ready to cuss like a sailor.

The tone died on the second ring and before a greet could be recited, I blew out.

I was huffing, after all the energy lost in anger which had charged out of me.

instead of John's voice reaching my ears, I heard Jessica's worried voice coming through. Or should I say, Mrs. Jessica Black's.

I gritted my teeth.

She spoke with a soft and apologetic tone, huffing with annoyance.

I relaxed and took a long and deep breath in.

I said in a softer tone this time.

she giggled before exchanged farewells and hung up.

Slipping my phone back in, I glanced around the place for escape. Weighing the option of exiting the restroom and leaving through the main door, against the option of jumping out of the small window in the mid-wall of the restroom I was staring at.

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"Dude, I'm trying to settle you out. Appreciate that" Johnathan exclaimed, before throwing his arm around now seated wife and sharing a short kiss.

"Yeah, settling me out with the wrong 'fishes in the waters of this world'" I mocked, rolling my eyes and earned a laugh from Jessica.

"Uncle Blake!" A small, but manly happy squeak called as the tiny figure ran and jumped right onto my laps.

"Hey there, big guy" I fist-bummed the already tiny fist extended my way.

"Asher Leo Black, how many times will I have to tell you to go to your bed? You've got school to catch tomorrow" Jessica shook her head with annoyance.

"But Mom, I want to spend time with Uncle Blake. Please Mom, please!" He pleaded, with his eyes big and small reasoning pout.

"Sorry hero, Your Mom's right. Go catch your sleep, you can't miss school tomorrow" John said in a soft but sturdy tone.

"But..."

"Your Dad's right, big guy. Go get some sleep, I'll see you in a bit" I said ruffling his short hair.

"I'll miss you, Uncle Blake" he hugged me ever so slightly before climbing down from my laps.

"I'll miss you plentiful too" I smiled and patted his cheek and saw his tiny figure disappearing around the corner.

"So, any updates on Larissa?" I asked, taking a sip of wine.

"I'm afraid not. I really do not know where she disappeared all of a sudden. We used to be so close, that she used to inform me about her whereabouts frequently. I really miss her now, after all these years of not being in touch" Jessica explained with teary voice and wiped a single tear using the back of her hand.

"I'm so sorry, Jessica. It's all my fault, if only on that day back then I wouldn't have forced you to take us there; Larissa wouldn't have disappeared like this"

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"See you around, Black" I said waving at the couple before exchanging farewells and walked my way towards my car parked in the parking lot a little far from their apartment.

It was already past ten o'clock in the London city and my phone was loaded with worried messages from Mom.

My sole's hit the empty parking lot, before I advanced towards the one and only beige Audi A8, all while my right hand searching for keys in my pocket and my eyes diverted towards the watch on my wrist.

As I neared my vehicle, I reached for the door handle and pressed the tiny black button, unlocking it with the yellow flash of both the head and taillights and a fine tune played.

Just before I could have opened the door, something solid and cold pressed itself into the back of my neck. Making my freeze into my tracks.

"Hand over the keys and step away from the car!" The voice mumbled, before they grabbed my hand and the keys were snatched in a quick.

The confidence in that voice was strong and the body language was supporting it.

I was then moved and pushed firmly against the hood of my car with a hand firmly pressed on my back, all while head facing away from the captivator.

"Empty your pockets quick, for me to spare your life" the voice said again, but this time it wasn't a mumble, it was clear female voice.

A sudden realisation rushed through my brain as my body felt numb and memories from past played right in front of me in a broken record.

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a famine voice said, upon calling Miss Clarkson.

Her skin slightly olive, with her hazel hair made her eyes stand out even more. Her pointy nose and her sharp looks made her perfect, moving down to her body which was equal to a Goddess's. Beautiful or maybe simply Gorgeous would have completed her compliments book, but she was more than that. The strength vibes she gave away were different. And most importantly, she did not smiled, gave-me-intimidating-look or not even passed a smirk upon my looking, as most of the female population do. Infact, she raised her fine eyebrow at me.

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Just before I could have stepped into my car, the black gates of Stecci swung open.

My eyes widened a bit as I saw the familiar face stepping out. Glued to the place, I took time to adore the beauty before my sight.

Her long hazel hair neatly done in a ponytail, her usual slightly olive skin shining in the sunlight. Her big green eyes looking ahead with tight lips to give her that 'tough' aura. Wearing a white tee with bikers jacket and tight blue jeans with bikers heel boots was something I had never seen any girl wearing before. All and all she looked like the Goddess of War.

I smiled, as I saw her taking long strides towards the only yellow bug in the lot.

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The soft voice spoke but with that noticeable tough aura and I almost caught my head in a whiplash as the familiarity got pointed out by my brain.

My eyes slightly got widened up and cat caught my tongue as my stare got locked onto the familiar figure which much less stood a few feet away from me.

Her long hazel hair were as the last time neatly done in a ponytail but got laid onto her right shoulder, her usual slightly olive skin looked a bit darker in the yellow lights of the roof. Her big green eyes moving from one head to the other around the table while scribbling onto the small notepad in her hand. Wearing that uniform, suited exactly to her lean body, especially those long legs.

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As soon as the lamppost light touched the features of the hooded figure, my eyes widened up on their own, every drop of the toxic liquor running in my veins was washed off from my body bringing my flying head back to normal and my heart dropped a beat.

Her light hair were on display from the side of the hoodie and her eyes which were the colour of the kelp on the shore, flecked with splinters of driftwood were now sparkling with anticipation as she got the grip of the ground underneath her. Standing tall and that tough glow around her, she resembled a lioness who just had her feast.

the name played on my lips as I watched from far, her figure disappearing into the building standing tall ahead of her.

She... fights?!

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My eyes suddenly caught the sight of the approaching figure behind her. On its own accord, my heart made a sudden leap and crashed into the ribcage before falling onto the chest floor, rubbing onto the lump on its head and cursing me.

She was the kind of girl that, I'm sure, women would love to hate. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and the way her legs played with the floor was full of confidence. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass, the way her long lashes framed her eyes when she captured a target turning them into stone and the way her full lips would curl into a mischievous grin like the way they were doing now. It was inevitable and certain that once you looked at her, you couldn't look away. She was succubus, beautiful and dangerous.

She's definitely a hot mess of gorgeous chaos...

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Her legs were illicitly propped on the top of the table, crossed over each other as her eyes looked back and forth between the pages of the book in her hand.

With my now well known habitude, I took my own time to walk while adoring what was before my eyes.

Her lavishing figure sat well on her lean body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows were eased down gently to her black, beetle's-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph's ears and pixie's nose any better.

Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails were running around on the delicate pages of that book she had her nose in.

Some of her tied hair spools plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, elegant and smooth. I have found myself fallen in love with her nebulous, Eden-green eyes which were a-sparkle with the 'joie de vivre'. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto snow.

Least to say, that I can easily become a writer if she was what I had to write.

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my voice turned heavier, as I ran my fingers over the spine of the red, hard cover.

Premonition ragged my body, as I shifted my attention back to her. But what I saw next literally shook me to the core.

So many emotions ran through those lustrous green eyes of hers, at once. As if she was on a train, which was broken from one end and the other was just hanging loose from the ripped track. Giving her no choice but to balance herself in between. Her walls were as low as the stark height of a normal foot lift, making me want to jump in.

As I finally made up my mind to form a sentence in my mouth it was in a flip of moment that her previously wide eyes were back to glaring and her tough ambience was back in business, making me go arctic.

she said in a sigh and snatched the book from my hand.

There was something which was hidden in the depths of those, now, too high and impenetrable walls of hers. I tried to leer in deep, but I got dodged back and I accosted nothing but the vacuous space to look at.

my curiosity was cut short with bell to the seventh period going off.

Quickly picking up her bag, she turned for her back to face me.

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I watched as the whites in her eyes turned a pure black, and as her iris glowered teal. Symbols, lines and dots formed in the iris, placed in a sort of manner. Circular Gallifreyan, they told me. Her lethal stare felt agonizing and piercing, as ifher glare was tearing my heart apart with a blinding teal light.

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The black door of Stecci High suddenly fell apart on cue, making everyone turn their heads that way.

With grey shades covering those green eyes of hers and that black attire which made her lean body prominent, that ash grey bolero over her shoulders and matching ankle boots, like always made her the Goddess that would put both Enyo and Aphrodite from Greek history to shame at once.

Shortly, those shades came off of her eyes and for the first time since last week, her eyes molded into mine and my heart simply leaped into my throat.

Her eyes casted nothing but... blankness. Her previous eyes which were the green of fresh asparagus tips, flecked with the colour of nutmeg, were now dark with nothing in them. Simply as if I was a total stranger to her.

Don't you dare do that to me...

Leaving me shocked and frozen, she retraced her eyes away from me and got them fixed on someone next to me and I felt a mere shudder in palm on my forearm.

Walking straight up the corridor and coming to a halt right in front of me, her eyes were rigid, cold and hard as she took the full length of the figure next to me.

Jennifer almost spit the words at her and in response heard a sneaker from those lips.

Dixie said as she laughed half heartedly.

Jennifer stomped like a child who has just been said a no and walked away with the annoying click of those dagger heals she chose to wear.

Dixie said at her retreating back and shook her head with a sly smirk.

With smirk gone the next second, she gave us a side way glance and walked past, pulling on the locker at the end of the corridor.

My eyes had a mind of their own as they were fixed onto the movement of her arms in the locker, her bicep muscles slightly flexed as she threw the keys in and shut the locker door before walking the opposite direction.

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"Yes, ok. Just let me flip around. I won't be able to empty my pockets this way" I purposely cried out, as a plan formed in my mind and a smirk played on my lips.

I felt a small pause in her movement and the hard press of metal object on my back became a little softer.

"Shut your cr*p, richi! B*tch, make it quick; else you'll go down with him too" a slurred masculine voice spoke up and the sound of safety coming off the gun echoed.

"Please Max, we've talked about this before" Larissa's unexpected plead came in a low and huffed tone. Her strong walls were a good low for an easy hop, she sounded hurt and far damaged for a permanent fix.

My palms curled into fists at the thought of her abuse.

"You know what I need, B*tch. Hurry the f*ck up!" the masculine voice screamed again.

A low wimp escaped her lips and her now shaking hands slowly searched my pockets.

"I'm sorry, Blake" her voice was low as to only reach me and as apologetic as she was doing this against her will.