So, this is a new series!
I hope to fully complete this story, unlike my past ones.
Sorry if there are slow updates!
LEGGO!
3rd Grade
It was sprinkling. No, that was an understatement. It was pouring.
The school soccer game had just finished. Our school, Alicante Elementary had won against Idris Elementary. There had been this new player..He was like a golden god, even in the rain!
He was literal gold. Golden hair, eyes the color of molten gold that seemed like they can swallow or drown you, golden skin...When he made the winning goal, his smile was bright like the sun..The left side would quirk higher than the right side of his mouth, as if he was smirking.
Oh boy, he was going to be trouble..
I suddenly feel a rough thud to the back of my head. It ruffles my already wet, untamed fiery hair. Huh? I snap out of my daydream, soaking wet in the rain.
I look down to see that a soccer ball had hit me. I look towards where the ball came from to see Golden God himself. His hair was clinging to his neck as the tips brushed the nip of his neck.
He shifted from one foot to another, seeming nervous, yet bored. He looked at me lazily.
"You are going to catch a cold if you keep standing here." He said with his silky, smooth voice. God, he wasn't even ten yet. He pulls a small black umbrella from his bag.
He would calmly hold it over us. He was actually talking to me? I must be going crazy from the rain. I quickly blink, shaking my head, as if i was still dreaming. Still there.
The boy only looked confused at his actions. His golden eyes were tinted with curiosity as he tilted his head to the right slightly.
God, say something, Clary!
"Ah..uh...Y-You were amazing..." I say, feeling my cheeks burn up. The fog wasn't at all helping.
"I know." He replies, either smiling or smirking. I couldn't tell. I notice a chip in his incisor tooth. One imperfection. Looks like not everyone is perfect..
"My name i-is Clarissa.." I say quietly. I am surprised that he can even here my voice that was close to a mumble. He would quietly mutter my name, as if testing out the sound of it. My name rolls of his tongue. I felt special, hearing this god say my name.
"Jace." He says bluntly. What? Oh, that must be his name..Jace...He seemed about my age, maybe older. But how could I tell? I had the height of a kinder gardener. "I know how to not make you sick!" His golden eyes brighten like a royal's treasury. Huh?
"I am gonna take you home and make you hot coca! My dad tells me that its the cure for everything!" His eyes would have a sparkly, boyish tint. He takes my hand, holding the umbrella and he runs us both to his home.
And that's how it all began.
Years later..
I would drink my hot coca, siting on the tall stool with Jace, my best friend since third grade across me. I smile, relaxing into the sweetness of the drink. There was something special about this coca. Jace had told me that the drink was make with 'Love'. I know that it was a joke, but there was a slight darkness behind those eyes.