Who the Hell is this Guy
1185 Words
Katherine's POV
As I walked down my driveway, I put my headphones in and selected Missing by Evanescence. Losing myself in her voice I started down the sidewalk. The morning Air felt amazing, with Autumn in the air the leaves have started to take on the fiery orange. Some already on the concrete crunching under my feet as I Pass by the Murder House. I wonder if he knew what happened in that house. That was the night my morbid curiosity started to develop. There goes the hair on the back of my neck stood up again interrupting my thoughts. But as I glance around nobody was in the windows or outside. I know I am being watched Looking in front of the house I see a black Maserati parked outside the Garage meaning he was still home. Lord he has a Maserati, who is this guy. In this whole town, I think the most expensive vehicles are jacked up trucks. I quicken my pace to completely pass the house; trying to shake the uneasy feeling. The past month I have notice my awareness has been at an all-time high but cannot place my finger on the cause; like I am missing that final puzzle piece. I haven’t been wrong once with what the ‘gut’ feeling tells me.
I am not your average preppy go lucky teen. I stand out with my natural silver hair, bright hazel eyes, and curve figure. The fact that I love horror and I wear my personality on my sleeve. It’s a natural repellent for the people who likes to judge a book by its cover. My one best friend Wendy tells me all the time I have RBF and I should try to smile more. I always just roll my eyes at her. This is my final year in school so why should I try to act nice now.
The feeling being watch intensify. As I turn around, I came face to face with the same intense dark green eyes from this morning. I let out a shrill scream and fall backwards but before I could land on my butt he reached down and caught me. His hands were surprisingly warm but with the sudden contact a jolt of electricity shocked my forearm as he pulled me up. I look at his golden hands on my skin and I could have sworn I saw something shift in his tattoo of what look like to be a tail of some reptilian creature. His arms were covered in tattoos. It looks like to be some designs with symbols. I look up to his face to see his lips moving, quickly I pulled my headphones out my ears and uttered “huh” He chuckled at my reaction. As the initial shock started to wear off and I snapped interrupting what he was getting ready to say.
“What the hell is wrong with you!” Glaring at him I snatch my arm away from his hand that didn’t want to let go.
“The intent was not to scare you” he announced in this thick accent that I couldn’t place it was a mixture. I wanted to say Italian but something deeper under it. That made it thicker and like velvet. All it did was add to his already exotic look. The goosebumps re-appeared on my skin, reacting just like this morning. He looked at my headphones and smiled “You do know with blaring music in your ears, I am not the one to blame. I was trying to offer you a ride to school. For I am heading that way”
Not trusting his motives and going by never take a ride from strangers, I said, “No thank you” and started to turn away to begin walking to be stopped by him hand. I felt that electric jolt again that sent a shiver down my spine and heat between my legs. My body is betraying me. It has never reacted this way even in heated make out sessions. I turned to face him as he slowly removed his hand and spoke
“Well at least let me introduce myself properly I am Anubis Romano, I just moved in next door to you” a slow smile appeared on his face. My mind went immediately to that he was thinking about this morning. My hand flinch out of habit to wanting to slap that smile off his face. Even as his ruby lips showed perfect teeth.
“Yes, I remember “I stated that made him lose his smile and cough.
“I must apologize about that so please accept my ride to school so you’re not late, really I am heading that way “I check the phone again and sure enough I would make it halfway through 1st period. Sighing I nodded my head. The biggest grin I have ever seen found it placed on his face. He pointed to the Maserati parked next to the sidewalk 10 ft away. It really was a beauty. Secretly I was excited to see the inside of it.
Realization just dawned on me as I followed him back to his car that he said his name was Anubis…why did that sound so familiar. Then it hit me. Anubis was the God of Death in Egyptian mythology. Who the hell names their son after a God of Death? He opened the passenger side for me, and I squinted my eyes at him. He made a small laugh “I do not bite, well at least not hard” then shut my door.
My god this man is ruthless. As he walked across the front of the car, through the tinted windows I could make out his sculpted body. His black tight t-shirt left little room for imagination. He was tall at least over 6ft 6” to my average 5”5. His body was toned but not overly done like most guys at the gym thinking its sexy. His butt had a nice curve to it. He was wearing dark blue jeans. He slides into the driver seat and smiled again at me. When he turned the key, the car purred that was music to my ears. I then admired the inside, the internal was this green and black leather that matched his eyes. Anything and everything that could shine, was. Rob Zombie- Living dead girl was softly playing over the stereo. Well at least he had good taste in music. Rob Zombie’s music and movies was a personal favorite of mine.
“So, I never got the pleasure of your name.” He broke the silence. Instead of answering him, I asked him what’s been on the mind.
“Who names their son after the God of death?” At first his eyes held shocked then pure unadulterated laughter filled the car.
“My Parents obviously, give me your name first then maybe I will tell you. “I sideways glance at it and rattled off my name
“Katherine Bella” Anubis grin a toothy smile at me and said
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Katherine Bella” He charmed in his velvet voice
As i saw the school coming into view. i wondered Who the hell is this guy.
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