The first time I saw he was bleeding. Not a nosebleed , not a paper cut but his sleeve was soaked in red , dripping onto the lecture hall floor like it was no big deal.
He sat two roll behind me , didn't flinch or blink , just looking ahead as if nothing was wrong , like the blood on his sleeve wasn't even his. Everyone else ignored it as if it was a normal occurrence but I couldn't.
I turned around, meeting his eyes. My heart raced, because his gaze was so penetrating that I felt he could see right through me. Like he already knew who I was, like he had been looking for me and he finally found me.
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After class was over, I followed him.
I told myself it was just out of curiosity but deep down , I knew that was a lie. I was drawn to him , like something dangerous and beautiful pulling me towards him.
He walked down the stairwell like a ghost, silent and fast. He walked pasted the library into the alley behind the old gym.
Then he stopped , his back facing me.
"You shouldn't be following me". He said , his voice dangerously calm ,as if he knew all along I was following him.
"You are bleeding". I said
He glanced at his arm. "It's not mine ".
Then he finally turned around.
Looking at him up close, he looks so unreal, pale skin with black hair falling into his eyes, mouth twisted into something that looks like a smile but I could tell it was not.
"What's your name? " I asked.
"Does it matter ?" He said
It does, if am going to report you ". His smile sharpened . "No, you won't ".
I swallowed . He was right , I never had any intentions of reporting him.
"Jace". I said anyway .
He nodded like he already knew. "Alex".
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Then he stepped closer to me, slowly, his eyes never leaving Me.
I didn't move because at this moment, I would say I was really scared of him.
The blood on his sleeve dripped onto the concrete between us.
"You should stop looking at me like that". He said.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to know who I am ".
"Why?"
"Because if you dig too dip...," he leaned in his breath fanning my neck. "you won't like what you would find ".
He then brushed past me , his figure disappearing into the corner.
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I didn't sleep that night. His face haunted me, his voice and that damn blood.
I knew, I should stay away from him, forget about him but I couldn't.
The next day there was a note on my desk.
"IF YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE , THEN STOP FOLLOWING ME".
the words was written boldly in red. And I wasn't sure if it was ink or something else.