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CHAPTER TWO: IS HE HUMAN?

DENISE'S POV

My heart thudded loudly in my chest as I turned around, my initial anger melting away upon laying eyes on the person who had questioned me. Time seemed to slow down as I took in his striking presence.

Gone was the rage that had consumed me just moments ago, replaced by a sense of awe and attraction that swept over me like a tidal wave. Standing before me was a vision of masculine beauty, his face adorned with a disarming smile that unveiled a pair of adorable dimples. I found myself momentarily lost in the depths of his captivating blue eyes, their magnetic pull rendering me speechless.

"Are you okay?" he asked again, his voice filled with genuine concern, snapping me out of my daze. I struggled to find my voice, my mind still entangled in the haze of his presence.

Barely registering his words, I absentmindedly replied, "Nope, I'm Denise," a nonsensical response that slipped from my lips, further emphasizing my distracted state.

He chuckled softly, a sound that reverberated through me, and introduced himself, "I'm Blanc, Blanc Bron." His smile widened, radiating warmth and charisma, leaving me completely captivated.

As I allowed my gaze to wander over him, I couldn't help but take in every detail of his appearance. He was undeniably attractive, possessing features that were destined to leave a lasting impression. His face boasted a perfect symphony of symmetry and defined contours, accentuated by a chiseled jawline that exuded strength and masculinity. His impeccably groomed dark brown hair added a touch of refinement to his overall allure.

But it wasn't just his physical attributes that drew me in; his physique spoke volumes about his commitment to fitness. He had a naturally athletic build, evident in his broad shoulders and toned arms. It was clear that he invested time and effort into maintaining his appearance, emanating a powerful combination of strength and grace.

His impeccable sense of style further enhanced his appeal. The way he effortlessly blended sophistication and casualness in his choice of clothing spoke volumes about his refined taste. Every detail, from the impeccable fit of his clothes to the way he carried himself with confidence, showcased his meticulous attention to detail.

Yet, it was more than just his outward appearance that made him irresistible. As he spoke, his warm smile radiated genuine kindness and friendliness, instantly putting me at ease. There was an undeniable charm in his demeanor, an innate magnetism that effortlessly drew people towards him.

Before I could gather my thoughts and respond to his kind gesture, I noticed his discomfort at my lingering gaze. A flicker of self-awareness ignited within me, realizing that I had been staring. Embarrassment washed over me, tinting my cheeks with a rosy hue.

"How can a human be as fine as him?" I whispered to myself, bewildered by the impact he had made on me. With a sigh, I redirected my focus back to the task at hand - making my way to school. Lost in my thoughts, I briskly walked along the familiar path, the encounter with Blanc gradually fading into the recesses of my mind.

However, just as I thought I could leave it all behind, my best friend Audrey came rushing towards me, his face flushed with both concern and remorse. Startled, I halted in my tracks, turning to face him with a stern expression.

"What is it?" I asked, my tone tinged with a hint of annoyance, not bothering to meet his gaze.

"Denise, I'm so sorry for yelling at you in the car," Audrey blurted out, his voice heavy with genuine regret. "I was going through a rough breakup, but that's no excuse for taking it out on you. Please forgive me."

His sincere apology caught me off guard, and my hardened exterior softened at his heartfelt words. Audrey and I had been best friends since childhood, and our bond was unbreakable. I sighed, realizing that holding onto my anger was really necessary.

"Whatever, and fuck Gem. I never liked her anyway," I replied, trying to lighten the mood and bring a smile to Audrey's face. He chuckled, appreciating my attempt to lift his spirits, and we continued walking together.

"Where's your car? Why are you walking with me?" I inquired, confusion evident in my tone.

"That dumbass broke down, and now I have to walk to school," Audrey explained, a mix of frustration and amusement in his voice.

"Your car is a dumbass now, huh?" I teased, a playful smirk forming on my lips.

"Yeah, I saw you talking to a dude. You were drooling, bro," Audrey remarked, giving me a teasing side-eye.

"No, I wasn't drooling," I retorted, defending myself against his playful accusation.

"Fuck yes, you were," he countered, reaching down to pick up a tiny stone from the ground and playfully throwing it in my direction.

I dodged the stone, my competitive instincts kicking in, and without a moment's hesitation, I sprinted after Audrey. He knew he had started a chase, and his mischievous laughter echoed through the air as he sprinted away from me.

"Did you just throw a stone at my face?" I yelled, my voice filled with a mixture of amusement and feigned indignation as I picked up my pace.

"Yes, at your dumb face," Audrey playfully admitted, running even faster, knowing that my determination would propel me forward.

Our laughter filled the air as we raced through the familiar streets, our carefree spirits embracing the thrill of the chase. Surprisingly, I found myself effortlessly catching up with Audrey, a newfound agility that surprised us both.

"God, Denise, your speed has increased," Audrey exclaimed, his breathless words punctuated by his panting.

"Yeah, I noticed," I replied, a sense of triumph evident in my voice. I wasn't panting or tired like I would have been in the past. Something within me had shifted, unlocking a hidden reserve of energy.

In all the years of our friendship, I had never successfully caught Audrey when we played this game of pursuit. But today was different. Today, I surpassed my own limitations, leaving Audrey both impressed and slightly bewildered.

Arriving at the school gate, we slowed our pace, our laughter fading into the background as we took in the sight before us. There, entangled in a passionate embrace, were Gen and Stephen, their display of affection drawing mixed reactions from those passing by.

"Ignore them, okay? You're with me," I reassured Audrey, a protective instinct washing over me. We exchanged a knowing glance, silently affirming our loyalty to each other.

As we approached our lockers, I noticed a figure attempting to open mine. Confusion creased my forehead, and I turned to Audrey for answers.

"Who the fuck is that?" I muttered under my breath, my curiosity piqued.

"I don't know, go check it out," Audrey suggested, nudging me forward as he made his way to his own locker.

Determined to reclaim what was rightfully mine, I closed the distance between myself and the mysterious intruder. With a tap on his shoulder, he turned around, and to my greatest surprise, it was Blanc—the same guy.

"Hey, we meet again," Blanc said, surprising me with his presence. His smile was infectious, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest.

I stood there, momentarily speechless, trying to gather my thoughts and find something to say. It was as if his charm had rendered me incapable of coherent speech.

"You tapped my shoulder, remember?" he reminded me, his smile widening, revealing those irresistible dimples once again.

"Oh yes, I did," I replied, nodding my head in agreement, feeling a bit embarrassed by my absentmindedness.

Blanc continued his attempt to open the locker, seemingly unaware that it was mine. The way he handled the situation with a relaxed and carefree demeanor intrigued me.

"That's my locker," I finally spoke up, gently tapping the locker he was trying to break into.

He paused and turned his attention to me, arching an eyebrow inquisitively. "Oh really, are you sure?" he asked playfully, his eyes filled with a mischievous spark.

I couldn't resist engaging in the banter. "I know my locker when I see it," I replied, my tone laced with a touch of rudeness that surprised even myself.

Blanc's face softened, and he scratched the back of his head, a hint of apology in his eyes. "I'm really sorry for trying to break into your locker. I thought it belonged to someone else."

Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't help but inquire, "Whose locker are you looking for? Maybe I can help you find it."

He paused for a moment, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. However, before he could respond, a familiar voice interrupted our conversation.

"Hey baby, you're here," Andi said, approaching us with a warm smile. My attention shifted to her, momentarily forgetting about the locker situation.

"What's happening?" I asked myself, feeling a pang of confusion until I noticed Andi and Blanc sharing an intimate kiss.

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