New WIP from Shea Swain
Title: (place holder) Demetrius
Genre: Adult Romance
Time: 10 years before the story takes place
𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁
Giselle felt the hairs on her neck prickle again. The sensation caused her to look up from her class assignment and look around the room. Most of the class was busy writing with their heads down or looking off into space as if thinking of what to write next.
Looking over her shoulder, Giselle met Demetrius’ gaze. His unflinching brown eyes had specks of light amber in them. She knew because the one and only time she was close enough to see them, she committed the hue to memory.
It was about a month ago when she was at his house for some kind of party. She wasn’t sure what the party was for but Demetrius’ father liked to throw them often. This particular party was during the day on a Saturday and tame enough to allow the children of his friends and business associates.
Most of Mr. Carrion’s parties weren’t tame, she’d heard.
Giselle wore her new bikini, a one shoulder design with a cut-out bodice with side high polished chain accents. It was revealing in all the right places but covered her up enough for her parents to allow it. And like now, Demetrius watched her. But not for a few seconds here and there. Every time she looked at him, he was looking at her.
Well, that was her goal. It was why she searched for weeks for the perfect swimsuit.
Later that day, when she was coming out of the pool house bathroom, Demetrius was in the hallway, waiting. At first, Giselle thought he was waiting for the bathroom. 𝘉𝘶𝘵…
“Royal blue is my favorite color,” he’d told her.
Giselle remembered being so nervous that it was hard to swallow. “I know,” she’d whispered.
That was when Demetrius closed the space between them, stepping so close that she was able to see the light amber flecks in his eyes. “Angel,” he said, so close to her that his breath caressed her lips, “you don’t want my attention.”
Her heart literally stopped beating. She was stunned silent and though her brain was screaming to say something, she couldn’t form the words. Giselle wanted to bang her head against a door as she watched Demetrius smirk then walk away.
Then…she recovered but was it too late?
“Maybe,” she managed to force out. She’d said it so low she didn’t think he’d heard her but he pivoted and looked back at her. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, Giselle, she told herself as she pushed her shoulders back and her chest out. “I said, Maybe I do.”
That day, Demetrius just smiled at her as he shook his head and walked away. For the rest of the party, she didn’t see him. Maybe he left or went to his room. Whatever the case, she felt like a total spaz.
Now, she often caught Demetrius looking at her. If she were bold, she’d wink or pucker her lips and kiss at him. She’d seen Marcy Keen flirt with him like that. Giselle saw all kinds of girls flirt with him at Laure Preparatory. Yet, he didn’t seem interested in any of them, in her opinion. Maybe she was reading him wrong but it seemed to her that the only girl he bothered with was his cousin, Krysta Carrion. For all she knew, he could be screwing all of those girls who flirted with him.
Only, he seemed focused on his studies which were odd because he was rough through and through. Unlike the people here, who were on his jock because of the rumors that were swirling around, Giselle knew the truth of them. She’d seen his darkness and it was scary. But she’d also seen him when he didn’t think no one was watching. She saw a glimpse of how his actions affected him.
“Alright,” Mrs. Howard said, causing Giselle to face forward. “Hand in the worksheet before you leave.” She paused when the bell rang, signaling the end of class. “Read chapters ten through fifteen for homework.”
“Giselle,” Rachel called from her seat three desks in front of her, “I have to get to gym early and talk with Ms. Warren.”
“Alright,” Giselle waved to her friend as she stood. She packed up her stuff. As she made her way to Mrs. Howard’s desk to place her worksheet in the classwork bin, Giselle looked over her shoulder. Demetrius was already gone and Cassandra was collecting his worksheet off his desk to hand in for him.
Giselle felt an odd sense of disappointment when she stepped into the hallway. She walked through the halls half focused on what was going on around her and thinking about the way Demetrius was looking at her in class. She thought for sure that this time, she saw something different in his eyes. Something other than him inspecting her like she was some kind of poisonous plant.
She changed for gym on autopilot. Giselle heard the conversation around her and even nodded and smiled when someone who was talking looked at her but her mind was still on Demetrius and what he thought of her. So, she was a bit surprised when looking up to find she was in the locker room alone.
Giselle closed her locker and jogged out of the locker room and headed to the field. The class was running track again today. Track wasn’t her favorite sport but she welcomed it today knowing her focus was shot.
She was just jogging past the bleachers when she saw Demetrius step out from under them. Giselle stumbled to a stop before running into him. Confused, she just looked at him. It wasn’t until she was moving that she realized he’d taken her by the hand and was pulling her under the bleachers.
“You have my attention,” Demetrius said, stopping and facing her. “Now, what’re you going to do with it?”
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