Christopher's face recoiled from the hit, blood dripping from his nose.
Strange, I thought. I could have swore I had hit a little lower. Well, I didn't have the amazing accuracy that I had two weeks ago.
He looked at me with those brown eyes, warm chocolate eyes, but I didn't have time to get lost in them like I did last time. He hadn't changed since the last time I had seen him. He still towered over me and his blonde hair was still straight. He looked tanner and his face was red, but that was just from the smeared blood.
"Who are you?" he asked, bewildered. He spat blood on the ground and looked around. The people around us had frozen. Everyone seemed to have our attention. He grabbed my arm and towed me into the shadows. I tried to fight his grip, but he was stronger than me.
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