THIS IS THE FIRST BOOK OF THE "IT'S CALLED" SERIES. (BOOK 1)
It all began when a family descended back into the city. A move that ignited a series of events that lead to the mysterious death of a highschool student.
Upon arrival, a gloomy boy is abo...
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GREGORY'S P.O.V.
We have been walking for almost half an hour now and all I do is flinch and cringe every time he gives me a look. He looks so intense and intimidating it freaks me out.
"What's the other item?" He asked.
I jumped and quickly read the already crumpled paper on my hand. "Ummm... w-we need paint brushes a-and a set of paint." I quickly replied.
Get yourself together, Greg! I scolded myself.
Blake gave me an annoyed look. "Stop being weird."
I pouted and nodded my head.
"And quit pouting." He scoffed. "It's not cute." He shook his head and proceeded to look for the materials.
"It's not cute." I mocked him silently.
He quickly turned around. "What was that?" He asked looking pissed.
I quickly shook my head. "N-nothing! Let's go find the brushes." I reasoned.
I walked past him feeling relieved he didn't beat me or something.
Blake's glares continued to follow me, drilling holes behind my back.
"Please, stop glaring at me." I mumbled as he follows me from behind.
"I will skin you alive and rub salt on your open wounds." He replied with a deathly voice.
I felt my stomach crunch in pain from what he said.
Okay, so Blake Hunters is also a sadistic psycho. That's for sure. Also, I really need to be careful. I was lucky we're in public right now or else I would have been beaten by him.
"Did you hear me?" He asked with a low voice.
I shivered. "I-I'm sorry." I pleaded.
"Tsk, I will dump your body in the river." He whispered darkly.
I turned around and faced him. "I'm sorry!" I pleaded desperately. "You're scaring me!"
Blake was still glaring at me but there is a glint of a smile in his eyes.
Is he enjoying this? What a fucking psycho!
Blake reached his hand forward and I closed my eyes preparing myself for the beating but it never came. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a smiling Blake.
He pulled back his arm and I saw the items in his hand. "The brushes. It's behind you." He chuckled before dropping the items in the basket I was holding.
Blake snorted and shrugged his shoulders before walking away living me dumbfounded standing here alone.
I closed my eyes once again and clenched my chest. My heart is beating rapidly I can almost hear it. I like him, that much is clear.
