Magiclare
"Stop looking at me." I defended myself.
"Or what?" Jeffery Thomas, the school bully spat back as he towered over me.
"I'm going to tell the principal on you."
"Yeah, like that's gonna make a difference."
I hated this guy. he trips me day after day and I'm sick of it.
There he stood. Hand on both of my suitcases, waiting on the elevator. There was something about him that I found so…so intriguing. Maybe I was just being loopy from the plane ride over here.
“Miss…miss?” The bellboy was trying to get my attention.
I blushed, the red flaming over my face, “Oh, sorry, what’d you say?”
"I um...was wondering if there was anything fragile in this suitcases." The bellboy explained. God, he had dimples and such blue eyes. They reminded me of gunmetal.
The world didn't know any better. They didn't know what to expect when the first snap on watch, or swatch as they liked to be called, broke when a four year old stepped on it out of vein. It was a cold in the mid-afternoon when it happened. The child was simply running around when it accidentally tripped over the swatch.