The New Guy Crazy Eyes Novels & Stories

“Piece of trash,“ Ciara mumbled, looking away. How the hell did she end up in the arms of the most infuriating and overbearing man in the universe? No one has ever rattled her this much, ever. Well, except Ryder, of course. But it's always been just Ryder. And now, this masked asshole just made the list. “At least allow me to breathe,“ She clenched out, repeatedly jamming her fist into his chest. “As you wish, princess,“ His hold loosened and for the first time since he snagged her up, she got to see his eyes. A pair of bluish-grey eyes were boring holes in her. For a second, she got lost in them. She's never been big on staring into people's eyes but out of the few she'd stared at, these b

He asked, and I looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” “Dude, your eyes are still grey. You’ll freak her out,” he said. I hadn’t realised my eyes were still grey; thinking of her relaxed me. “I guess I’m still mad,” I blew out a frustrated breath, stretched my neck and rolled my shoulders. “Back to normal?” I asked him, and he nodded, bringing his thumb up. “As good as Gucci hoe,” he said, and I squinted my eyes. “What?”

His eyes were beautiful, so blue, I did not even need to move closer to inspect them, I had never seen such a color of eyes before. My nipple hardened and I felt wet down there. Damn it. “Hi” I waved with a forced smile, but he never waved back just staring at me like I was something strange, maybe I was, do I look out of place or weird? I hope my mascara wasn't smudged. I quickly stood up from where I sat, almost stumbling but the other guy caught me. “You good, love,” he asked, his eyes held mine. It was the neon green that left me speechless. Who were these men? And what were they doing to me without even lifting a finger?

I don't want to worry about getting tongue-tied on the big night. He doesn't look up until I'm at the table. I thought his eyes were hazel when I saw them back in the Celebrity Spark conference room. But in the natural light let in by the bistro's large windows, they look much more green. Green with a touch of blue - and even a little gold. A girl could get lost in those eyes if she isn't careful. Focus, I remind myself. And don't forget that you work for this guy. I realize that I'm gripping my purse so hard my nails are leaving indentations in the leather. I need to calm down.

"Kill me and let's get this over with." He stays silent and keeps looking me deep in the eye with so much hate and anger. Never has he ever looked at me this way. It's so strange, but that's not the only strange thing about his eyes. They look different and that's when I notice his eyes aren't the way they used to be, they're black, like Sean's. No, not like Sean's. They're completely black, every part of his eye. What is this? What is going on? I look away from him to Sean and see it's the same thing, black. Every other person is far away, and I can't possibly see their eyes in the dark, but something is not right. Something's definitely off. What could it be? What's going on?

"I love your contacts! I never thought about putting a different color in each eye, but I will definitely be trying it out now! You look so badass!" "Thanks," I reply. "These are not contacts, though. I was born with these eyes." "No way! That is even more bad ass!" she says excitedly. "My name is Hazel, this is Marc," she says, pointing to the boy next to her. He looks vastly different from her, like what you imagine a surfer dude to look like. He has shaggy, sandy-blonde hair, pale blue eyes, tan skin, no piercings, and a few tribal tattoos on his arms. Hazel is dressed like a goth chick, while Marc looks like a preppy boy. I wonder how they became friends. Perhaps we will become close and

Old lady was still crazy. ***

I was dressed in a tee-shirt that said BlaCK and a jean ripped on both knees and two little rips on the back thighs and that was all. I was pretty dressed up but I was so fire! He moved over to my side and sunk his hand into mine. ‘oof’, one of his friends said. ‘she’s a sweet one, dude is she yours? Or can?’, the guy was really fine, obviously mixed; he was dark-skinned with beautiful grey eyes reminds me of Beck. ‘hands-off, Jer’, he said and laughed. ‘this is OB’, he said and smiled at me. I looked up at him and smiled shyly. ‘now move away you fools you are crowding”, he said with finality and they moved away so we could pass.

I ask her. “Your.. eyes changed colors.. They’re green now.” Oh, “Yeah, I have color changing eyes. They are blue when I’m happy. Green when I’m mad. Brown when I’m sad. And grey when I’m horny.” I tell her with a smirk. She seems impressed. “Wow, that’s crazy cool! I wish my eyes changed like that.” She grins at me. Shit, me too! So I really knew what you were feeling about me. And she’s so beautiful. I forgot what the hell we were talking about before... Oh well.

Jake” I said smiling widely . “So long ,how have you been” He asked while his eyes hovered allover me,I suddenly felt anxious butterflies crawling on inside me as I started to sweat bullets. I gazed at my high school crush and realized how he hadn't changed,he still had his cute gray eyes,like mine,and his smirk which he had worn right now was still as sexy as I could remember. “Fine I guess,what about you” I stated . “Same here,I was surprised to see you at this part of the city ,alone,I thought your father can't allow it”