/fəˈbɪd(ə)n/

adjective

1. not allowed; banned.

Example: "a list of forbidden books"

Similar:

-prohibited

-banned

-debarred

A/N:

Chapter One

~edited~

Well, today was just like any other day; I was late for the early bus to school. Which meant, I waz going to be late for my class again. Good thing in universities, nobody cares about anybody.

If you're late then you're late, that's your problem. Nobody cares.

It's not like high school, where you get late and get punishments. That was the only reason why I wasn't panicking as much. Everyone at home had given up on my late habit.

I guess it wouldn't change.

I got out of my room, carrying my sneakers in one hand, and my backpack on the other. I sprinted to the living room and sat down on the sofa, quickly putting on my shoes after I put my bag on the floor.

"Late, again?" My head snapped up at the voice of my dear brother, Seth. I smiled at him before saying, "You know it." I dropped my head again and finished tying the shoe laces.

I picked up my bag and lifted my head again to see my brother shaking his head in disapproval. "I give up," he said, raising his hands in illustration.

I shrugged. "No one can help me now, Seth. I told you to give up a long time ago. Anyway, chat later. I have to go." With that said, I ran out of the house but the minute I was outside, I just speed walked.

Eight minutes later, I reached the bus stop. Sure enough, the bus was gone and I had to wait for the 7:45 one. Jolecape University was thirty minutes away from here, by the way.

So, I was going to be approximately fifteen minutes late for my class. Great. Just great. I leant on a pole and let out a frustrated sigh. There weren't even benches here, so you have to stand for the whole time.

But meh, you get used to it.

I kept on standing there, checking on my watch from time to time. Time was moving incredibly slow. I got more and more frustrated by the second. More like infuriated.

I looked to my right, just looking at people moving up and down the streets and cars on the tar road moving at a high speed. I sighed. Cliftonburg was a really busy town.

Even at seven in the morning.

I turned my head, and looked at my right, not expecting my eyes to meet with the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen. They were a nice sky blue colour.

My breath hitched in my throat at the eye contact with this guy. He seemed to be walking with another guy, who I did not bother to look at. I was still captivated by those blue eyes.

And the fact that they were staring back!

Nah, maybe there was someone behind me, or standing next to me. I threw the guy a confused look and looked next to me. No one. I then looked behind me. No one, again.

I looked at those blue eyes again, to see the guy was still looking. He was standing now, not even paying attention to what the other guy was saying. What was he looking at?

I looked behind and next to me again but found no one or nothing worth looking at. I looked back at the guy, the confused look still on my face.

What the–

A magnificent laugh cut me off. My eyebrows rose in surprise at the sound. That laugh was worth being a ringtone! I mean, seriously. I looked at Blue Eyes, and saw he was looking at me. And laughing.

Was he laughing at me?

I saw the guy next to him was confused too. I looked behind me again and found nothing. Again. Was Blue Eyes crazy, or what?

After his laughing fit, he wiped an imaginery tear and started walking towards me, leaving the guy he was walking with. I finally got the chance to check him out, as he was walking gracefully to me.

One word: Fudgin' t!

I tried not to widen my eyes at the sight of him. What kind of parents could reproduce a child like that?! He was so perfect. Well built, hot, perfect jawline, handsome, pointy nose, hot, blue eyes. Oh! Did I forget hot?

He stood in front of me and I tried not to squirm. He was a lot of feet away from me, but that is far from the closest a guy has ever stood next to me. Let alone, a white guy. I've never spoken to one in my life!

Even though I saw them almost everyday of my life. A whole 21 years of my life. I started to get nervous. I looked up at his eyes, to already see him looking at me.

He grinned showing his perfectly aligned teeth. Can I see his parents? They must be so proud. I mean, I would be after producing such a fine beast.

I did just think that.

Moving on...

"You're funny." Those are the first words I heard him say. A white guy is really talking to me! A hot one, at that! Cue the internal squeal!

"Funny, how?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. I luckily did not stutter. Phew, what a relief. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself at that moment. I liked to believe it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

At least for me.

"I was looking at you. Not at anyone behind you," he simply said. I was speechless. I mean, I was just a simple black and slim girl. Nothing really worth looking at. Again, he waswhite.

I looked down at myself. "What's to look at here?" I questioned, then looked up and saw the frown on his face. Gosh, even the frown is swoon worthy.

"How can you even ask that? You're beautiful. Plus, this outfit looks good on you," he replied, that frown still present. Is he disappointed or confused I don't know I'm worth looking at?

I guess I'll never know.

I finally cracked a smile. "Thank you," I whispered. He nodded and looked down the street, before looking at me again. He gave me a smirk.

"So, why were you so frustrated?" He asked, amused. My mood changed again. I groaned, remembering how late I was. I checked the time before answering him.

07:35...

"I missed my bus to school this morning. Now, I have to wait for the 07:45 one. My lecture starts at 08:00 so, I'm basically late," I answered with a defeated sigh in the end.

"My class starts at 08:00, too. I was just walking to my car, right now," he told me and I just nodded. I finally remembered what my dad has always taught to me.

Stranger danger.

I couldn't help but look at his eyes again. Only this time, his gaze was more intense but not that intense to make me look away. I looked him up and down, which I did not mean to do.

"Like what you see?" He asked, one corner of his lips tugging up.

Oops. Busted!

I played it off cool by rolling my eyes. "No. I don't," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

He chuckled. "Don't try denying it, Princess. Every girl I know likes all of this," he motioned towards himself and flexed his muscles. I just rolled my eyes and didn't say anything.

Why can't he just go?

"Impressed?" He asked again, still flexing his muscles attractively. I tried my best not to look there, and I did. "No. I am not, whatsoever," I replied with a light shake of my head.

He stopped flexing and stood up straight, crossing his arms too. His eyes had this amused twinkle in them. "You're different," I heard him say.

"What do you mean by that?" I inquired. "Most girls would've already begged to touch my ripped and awesome muscles..." Arrogant, check.

"but you...you don't care about that," he finished. I shrugged. "Like you said, I'm different. I just don't care about a guys muscles or even how he looks. What matters is the heart. How ugly or beautiful it is. Not the money and how hot a guy is."

I smiled at what I was about to say to continue. "Well, the only disadvantage of dating or marrying someone–let me put it in a less harsher way–someone who isn't that good looking is that the kids are going to be real bad."

I sighed, playfully. "People will be like, 'like father like son' or 'like father like daughter'. I wouldn't cope, honestly." His laugh interrupted me and I couldn't help but join him.

"But I guess that doesn't matter, either. As long as the kids will know they are lo–" I interrupted myself from further rambling. I squinted my eyes while looking at Blue Eyes.

"Why am I sharing all this with a stranger?" I rhetorically asked. He ran his hand through his hair, making my lips immediately dry. I licked them quickly.

"Well, I am known for having that much of an effect on people, princess. Comes with the package," he said, jokingly. I rolled my eyes for the nth time.

"Gosh, you are so arrogant, Blue Eyes." I widened my eyes at what I just said. The words came out before I even thought of them! I looked at him and he was smiling.

"I like the nickname you gave me," he told me. I kept quiet, still kind of embarrassed. "I'm serious," he prodded. And sure enough, he had a serious look on his face.

I nodded and looked away. I checked my watch, again. 07:40. It's been five minutes?! Seriously? I groaned, again. Why was the time moving like a snail? And it was only Monday today.

"What's the time?" Blue Eyes asked me. "It's 07:40," I replied with a slight complaining in my voice. "Shoot! I'm going to be late. Look, why don't we go together? I mean I have a car and I could try driving fast," he suggested.

It was good but I was still skeptical. Stranger danger.

"What makes you think I would ride on a stranger's car? I mean, I just met you five minutes ago, yo. Who knows if you're not some murderer who's going to butcher me in the woods and bury me there," I said, throwing my hands around in emphasis.

"Do I look like a murderer?" He asked, raising his arms. I looked at him from head to toe and shook my head as a response to his inquiry. "No. But hey! You never know," I shrugged.

He smiled and shook his head. "There more we stand here, the more we're going to be late, you know that?" Oh, yeah, we need to go.

"Oh! Yeah, let's go," I said and we started walking down the street to wherever his car was. "Do you want to go on a date, sometime?" He offered. I choked on my own saliva.

"With who, now? Me?" I asked, my voice incredibly high. I saw those pretty blue eyes roll. "No, the air...yes, you! Who else am I talking to?" I gave him a blank stare for a few seconds.

"Sarcasm totally appreciated," I said, with my own sarcasm. "Oh whatever. So, what do you say?" He asked, his voice clearly showing he was hopeful.

I was a bit unsure about this. Remember, race differences.

"Are you sure you want to go on a date with me? Like seriously, look at me." He frowned again. "What's wrong with you?" He questioned. I cleared my throat, awkwardly.

"Um...uh...well I'm black. And you're um...white," I replied. He laughed a little and the smile stayed on his face. Gorgeous. "I kind of expected that answer. But you know what? I don't care about you being black. Oh! And I was joking, by the way," he quickly added.

"In which part of what you were uttering?" I asked. "The part about the date. I just wanted to see how you'd react." Oh. I didn't say anything to that.

We continued walking until we reached a black shiny sports car and he stopped next to it. "This is my car. Get in," he ordered and went to the driver's side. He wasn't even going to open the door for me. He just left me standing by the closed car door and went to his side.

How gentlemanly of him.

I opened the door (for myself) and hopped in. It smelled quite nice inside and the leather seats were cold. "Drive, dude," I ordered and looked out the window.

I could almost see him rolling his eyes. "This is my car, you can't order me around whilst inside of it," he told me and revved the engine. Finally...

He swiftly got out of his parking spot and drove off to school. It was okay at first, until he started driving on death speed! I was literally pushed back into my seat, like in those cartoon scenes.

But they are more unnecessarily exaggerated, of course.

He drove past cars and I saw us move past one in the blink of an eye. That was my breaking point.

"Are you crazy, Blue Eyes?! Do you want us to die?!" I exclaimed, my eyes almost popping out of their sockets. I was petrified, people. I must've looked crazy. Cue the chuckle.

I heard Blue Eyes laugh from beside me. I looked at him and he was completely and utterly calm. How can he be calm in a situation like this? Or maybe he's used to it? Maybe.

"Calm down, Princess. You said you wanted to be early to your class. I want to be early, too," he said while he still laughed. I threw the most deadliest glare I could master at him but he didn't take notice.

Oh well...

"If you keep driving like this, we're not even going to get to class! And I don't want to take a detour right now," I explained to him. The guy just kept on laughing like this was the most hilarious thing.

I can't believe him.

We kept quiet after that and I was still on the edge of my seat. It was the longest and most scary fifteen minutes of my life. As soon as Blue Eyes parked the car, I stepped out of the car and went on my knees to kiss the ground.

And then realized what I was about to do, so I just stood up.

I checked my watch. 07:56. "Four minutes until class!" I shouted to Blue Eyes. "Then let's go!" He said, before taking my hand in his and pulling me along with him, as he ran.

I put all the tingles I felt to the side, and just kept on running. "What's your lecture room number?" He threw the question over his shoulder. "B3," I replied loud enough.

We kept on running down the corridor until my first class was at sight. We stopped next to it and I was panting like I had just run a marathon. Blue Eyes, on the contrary, was perfectly fine.

I seemed to use 'perfect' a lot when he was involved. It is that one word that describes him, I guess.

"You look like a thirsty dog," Blue Eyes complimented me. I rolled my eyes as I straightened myself up. "Thanks for the compliment, Blue Eyes. I really need to exercise more," I voiced out.

"Yeah you do," he agreed with a smile. I smiled back, grateful for what happened this morning. "Well, you best get into class. I have gotta go, too. Bye," he said, waving at me.

I nodded and waved back before turning to open the door. Just as my hand touched the doorknob I heard him yell, "Wait!" That brought an uncontrollable smile to my face.

I turned around and waited for him to say something. He smirked and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. "I didn't get your name," he said, maintaining the eye contact.

I still couldn't get over those eyes.

"It's Vanessa. Vanessa Peerce. You?" I questioned, wanting to know his name, too. "Nathan. Nathan Grove. Well, I guess I'll see you later," he said, before turning around and sprinting up the corridor.

A grin found its way to my face. "Yeah. Later."

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--B.Sauce