A LITTLE DEATH, rigel wilde

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━━ I believed that I was an invisible girl to guys. Simply put, I never considered adventures with the boys I grew up with; my circle of friends has always been limited to those closest to me. Again, I captured someone is interest on the first day.

Damian Lillard, the newbie who came in this morning, immediately drew my eye and received a warm welcome. Lucia and Valeria were the primary sources of information; as a result of the two of them, I was familiar with his tale over time, which is why he arrived here so unexpectedly. In a road accident, he and his younger brother were the only survivors.

The foster families did not want an eighteen-year-old teenager, so the only alternative was to use all of his parents' estate for school. Separated from his younger sibling, he was clearly still traumatized by what had happened. He was lonely.

Strange, because I felt the same way: lonely. Even though both of my parents are present, we are no longer a family because they split up after family secrets were disclosed - I saved myself and came here; the most difficult part is leaving because I have to decide who to spend the holidays with.

Damian approached us girls at lunchtime, tray in hand, appearing like a lost child who does not know where to turn for assistance. I did not exaggerate; I felt bad for him. He sat across from me, directly next to Lucio. There were a couple of other people at the table who were a year younger than us, but they were not a distraction.

Speaking of distraction...

Rigel just entered the canteen. His hair moved ravishingly as he walked, until it fell all over his face, then he reattached it in a loop. Messy hair appeared to him as something he was born with, a part of himself.

Soon, the discussion around me became quieter, and I was preoccupied with him. My heart raced as his keen stare met mine, and he moved towards the place where I was sitting.

Valeria was rooting for something to happen between me and him, from her perspective - as someone who only watches others, she was confident it would be the year's biggest rumor. Lucia was very different; she demanded that I tell her if I ever felt uncomfortable when he started making scenes; fortunately, we had very little interaction, so nothing could have happened.

Rigel was in front of me, with half-smile on the corner of his mouth. He had some savory muffins and a glass of yogurt on his platter. He set the tray down right next to mine, stepped over the wooden bench, and sat in the exact corner next to me.

It is an understatement to say that all of us at the table were perplexed as to what was going on and why everyone was looking at our group.

"Excuse me?" I clear my throat when no one answers.