My Dark Knight - L.Perez (top 10 novels of all time txt) 📗

some odd reason, I felt as if he was on the other side, doing the exact same thing. “Andrei,” I whispered. I heard a very quiet chuckle and cracked it open; the hallway was empty, quiet and dark. I frowned and tip-toed to Andrei’s room. “Andrei,” I whispered. No answer. I huffed and said “You’re a total dick you know that?” Another low chuckle but it sounded like it came from behind me. I whirled, half expecting to see Andrei, but saw nothing but the light from my room. I huffed again and flipped my still wet hair. A strange feeling coursed through me and made me feel all…soft…and warm. I laid my hand on Andrei’s door and lightly whispered “Good night Andrei,” and walked back to my room. Just as I was about to close it, I swear I saw a glint of blue. That would’ve probably freaked me out before but I had a feeling, it was just Andrei, and with Andrei, I felt utterly safe. I smiled to myself and picked up the underwear I’d manage to slip onto the door knob and put it on. I flipped off the light and snuggled up in my blankets and dreamed of better things, like Dad and Andrei.

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Who would’ve known summer would end so fast? It seemed like we just moved to New York yesterday and we all had said bye to Cora as she flew off with her sorority group and tomorrow was the first day of school. Ugh. I got my uniform a few weeks ago and rolled my eyes; they looked like something porn stars would wear during a porno. Tight white button up long sleeved shirts, short miniskirts, and knee length socks; yeah, exactly like a porno. When I’d look in the mirror, I shook my head. I thought I was supposed to look like a student, not a porn star. It was much too tight around my boobs, too short for my legs and just over all not fitting me right. Now I was going to go to school and be looked at all day because I was new and rich but now I was gonna be looked at as easy. Great, I officially hated school already and it hadn’t even started. As I lay in bed, the last night without homework…without seeing Andrei all day, I couldn’t help but feel sad. Over the summer, Andrei and I had built a really close friendship. He basically picked up on who I was and I him, but I’m sure he didn’t know that I’d observed him much closer than needed…I guess you could say it was because I had sort of a crush on him... but anyways, he loved to write poetry, and he loved watching the sunset. Also, I noticed that Andrei never sweated or was ill…until we had one of those unusually sunny days, only then would Andrei have a sheen of sweat on his face. Andrei would also be much more tired and he’d sleep all day long; talk about being allergic to the sun. Also, he never tried to look directly into the sun and always, always kept his shades on when we were out. And another thing about Andrei was that he never spoke of his family…nor his origin or childhood…not once. He obviously had to come from somewhere and he obviously had to miss his family but whenever the subject was touched, he’d find a way out. Ah, another thing I observed was that he was very, very, smooth with his words. He could say anything and then you’d forget what you were saying, very…manipulative. Whenever I poked at a subject he didn’t want to talk about, he talked me out of it and started a whole other conversation, but lately, I’ve learned to not bend under his manipulation which was pretty damn awesome I’d say. I sighed and looked at the alarm clock, eleven am. Great, I was gonna be tired and lord knew I needed all my strength tomorrow. It seemed like I just went to sleep when the alarm clock went off, loud and demanding, and I groaned; I was used to waking up whenever I pleased, not five in the morning. I slapped the alarm, so it would shut up, and slowly got out of bed and felt my way to the bathroom. I flipped the light switch and blinked at the blinding lights, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Once they did, I hopped into the shower. While the hot water ran over my body, I mentally prepared myself for today. I made a promise to myself: I would NOT get in a fight today. I nodded to myself and shut the water off. I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around myself and walked to the closet. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and took off the robe and grabbed another towel to dry my body off. I put on my white bra, so it wouldn’t show through the very tight white shirt as much as a black one, and slipped on some white panties; my panties and bra’s always had to match for some odd reason. I buttoned up my shirt and shimmed into my skirt and pulled on my knee length socks. Then I skipped to the bathroom and pulled out mousse. I brushed then ran it through my hair and then scrunched. I walked to the window and looked out; the sun was just starting to come up but it wasn’t going to be very bright today. I walked over to the vanity Dad made me when I was five and slowly touched the dark wood; I missed him so much. I sat down and pulled out the ring Dad gave to me the year before he died. It was a sliver ring with a thick band and had a sapphire diamond, my favorite color and birthstone. There were little white diamonds on the sides and looked simply beautiful. “To my beautiful Gabriella,” it read in elegant script inscribed onto the band. I put it on and decided it was time to go, school started soon. I sprayed a mist of body spray and ran through it and grabbed my book bag and slipped my cell phone in. I grabbed my converse and then headed out of my bedroom. There was noise downstairs so some of the maids were up. I ran down and was greeted by Anya, one of the older maids. She smiled sweetly at me and said “You look beautiful Gabriella,” with a thick German accent. I smiled and hugged her and said “Danke,” the only German word I knew. She smiled at me and rushed me to the kitchen where breakfast was waiting. I ate a piece of toast and drank some milk; I really didn’t have an appétit today. I slipped on my converse and walked over to the coat closet and took out my fur Gucci jacket and wrapped my scarf around my neck. As I did this, I heard someone coming down the stairs and looked up. Andrei came down, looking sexy as usual, and smiled at me. I smiled back and looked away before I could blush and give myself away. “You ready?” Andrei asked me from behind. “Ready as ill ever be,” I mumbled. The school was a good thirty or forty minutes walk so we would ride the bus seventy five percent of the way and we’d walk the last twenty five percent. As Andrei and I walked we talked about the weather and what not. Every time he spoke, I just listened; I loved hearing his voice. “Are you nervous?” Andrei asked. I sighed and moved my weight to my left foot, waiting for the bus. “No,” I said. Andrei laughed. I turned and said “What’s so funny?” Andrei chuckled and shook his head. I pouted, making him smile sweetly, and making my knee’s weak, literally. I started to fall forward when Andrei caught me. “Gabriella, are you okay?” Andrei asked in an alarmed voice. Andrei’s arms were wrapped around my stomach and I couldn’t help but want this moment to last forever. “I’m fine,” I said and quickly stepped away from Andrei, turning away so he wouldn’t see the blush. When the blush faded I turned around and said “Thanks.” Andrei nodded and smiled again. My heart would surely explode one day from those exquisitely lovely smiles. “Hey, that reminds me, what were you laughing about earlier?” Andrei chuckled and said “I was just remembering that day when we first arrived in New York and I was in your room.” “Yeah, you’re a perve, I get it. But what’s so funny?” I asked. Andrei laughed louder and said “It was just your face that’s all, and no, I am not a pervert.” I rolled my eyes and said “Yeah, that’s what they all say.” When the bus came to a loud screeching stop, Andrei and I walked to the back, where it was pretty much empty, and sat in front of each other. I looked out the window but didn’t see anything, I was much too aware of Andrei watching me. I looked over into the blue eyes. “So how old are you again?” I asked, as if I didn’t know. Andrei looked at me and said “Twenty two. Why?” I shrugged and said “Thought you’d have a wife or something.” Andrei looked away from me and said “It’s not in the cards for me…not in this lifetime.” He didn’t say it like he was happy, he actually sounded really…sad. I leaned forward and rested a hand on his knee. “Andrei, you don’t know that. Your still young, give it time.” Andrei looked at me and smiled but his eyes were serious. “Trust me; no one would even want too.” I sighed, took my hand back and said “Andrei, you and I both know that women will always want you.” Andrei leaned back into the seat and crossed his arms. He looked so sexy doing that. “And you know this because?” Andrei questioned. Inside I said “Because you’re unbelievably sexy, smart, kind, mysterious, generous, and just you!”

But what I said out loud was “Because you’re young.” Andrei nodded, though I felt he knew I wasn’t telling all that I thought. “And you? Do you want to get married?” I looked out of the window and said “Yeah, I want to get married. I want lots of children too.” I expected Andrei to lecture me about how I was too young and that I would have to wait and mature and basically what Mama said but Andrei surprised me by say nothing. I looked up at Andrei and said “You’re not going to tell me I’m too young to even be thinking of it?” I asked surprised. Andrei shook his head and said “I think having your eyes set on what you want isn’t wrong.” I smiled and turned to stare out the window again. The bus called for our stop and we got off. It was windy and cloudy, my perfect type of day. We walked in silence until we came to the school. “Have fun at school,” Andrei said. I sighed and said “Thanks.” Andrei surprised me by hugging me tightly. “Don’t worry too much about today Gabriella, everything’s gonna be fine, you hear me?” Andrei whispered into my ear. My arms were pressed on his chest and his arms were wrapped around me, I was in heaven. “Yes,” I whispered, feeling so happy. Andrei pulled back and smiled beautifully at me and said “Stay out of trouble Gabby.”Gabby was the nickname he decided to give me, and I didn’t mind at all. I smiled and said “I’ll do my best.” Andrei nodded and said “I’ll see you at three.” I smiled, turned and squared my shoulders; I could do this. I walked into the office and to the