So here's the second update of the night...Kendall's POV. And a "new" person that hangs out with Camille lives at the Palmwoods now :) Any guesses who? I hope you paid attention to the description of Stark...It comes in handy this chapter :) I hope you enjoy it!
After my favorite breakfast that James and Carlos had prepared, and after Gustavo had called me and so informed us that he didn't need us to come in that day because he was stuck on a new song for the album, I retreated into the room I shared with my Logie and changed into my favorite green swim trunks. It was a perfect day to just lounge by the pool with my beautiful boyfriend and my two best friends.
Maybe I'll even write a new song. Better grab my guitar in case inspiration hits, I thought to myself with a small smile as I located my old, tattered song journal and my vintage acoustic guitar laying near the bedside table that used to separate Logan's bed from mine…Until recently when we pushed them together so we could fall asleep in each others arms.
"Kendall, sweetheart, are you ready?" Logan called from the other side of our closed cherry wood door.
I smiled a wide smile and a deep blush appeared on my cheeks at the sound of being called sweetheart by the man I never even imagined could love me back. It wasn't as deep a blush as when he called me angel, but it still made my heart swell with irrevocable love for him.
"Yeah, you, James, and Carlos can head down. I'll be just another minute," I called back as I made my way to the bedside table to gather up my song journal and my guitar.
I heard the door to the apartment close, indicating that my boyfriend and my friends had indeed listened to me when I told them to head down without me. I quickly grabbed my sunglasses with my barely free left hand before closing the bedroom door behind me and opening the door to the hallway. When I turned around to pull the door shut as best as I could with full hands, I didn't realize the butt of my guitar had hit into someone that was walking past in the hallway until I heard a raspy, "Ouch, watch it!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" I asked turning to the figure that had just spoken.
When I turned around, I came face to face with a six foot tall, muscular, raven haired guy about my age that was holding his rib cage. Apparently that's where my guitar had hit him.
But the thing that really pulled me in about this guy was his eyes. They were a piercing icy blue that I don't completely remember ever seeing before, but they tugged at the back of my mind, telling me that if I had seen them, it was in a nightmare.
Said owner of those strange eyes smirked at my flustered composure.
"It's fine. I should have been watching where I was going," he said in a voice that, to be honest, completely chilled me to the bone.
I felt so unnerved around this stranger, but I couldn't quite figure out why. Never before had I seen him around the Palmwoods, and I thought I knew everyone.
He must be new.
I didn't even realize he had stuck out his hand to introduce himself until I finally forced myself to look away from those haunting eyes when he said, "By the way, my name's Storm. I just moved here this morning."
I smiled an uneasy smile before nodding, seeing as my hands were preoccupied with sunglasses, my guitar, and my song journal at the moment.
"I'm Kendall," I said. "Nice to meet you."
Even though I didn't really think it was nice to meet him. Honestly, his very presence and the way he was so intensely studying me scared me to death.
And those eyes – they seemed to turn even colder at the sound of my name.
I swear I've seen those eyes before…But where?
"So, you look like you're headed to the pool. Would you like a hand with some of that stuff?"
He stared deep into my eyes – so intensely and frighteningly that I wanted nothing more than to be away from him and to never come across him again.
"No, I've got it all under control. Thanks though, Storm. I'll probably see you around," I said, only to be polite, but sincerely hoping that I never saw him again. It had to be those eyes…
"I'm sure you will," he replied with another bone-chilling smirk and a wink of one icy eye before brushing past me down the hallway.
As I walked, almost zombie-like, down to the pool, I kept feeling like I was being watched or followed. I clung tightly to my guitar, hoping against all hope that if someone was watching me or following me, it was anyone else but that creepy Storm guy. I wanted nothing more than to find Logan. Logan would make me feel safe. He always did.
Soon enough, when I finally made it to the pool, I spotted Logan lounging in his favorite chair. Carlos and James were wrestling in the pool. Camille and Jo were studying me intensely.
Maybe their eyes were the ones I could have sworn I felt watching my every move…
I made my way to the empty chair next to my gorgeous boyfriend, dropping my guitar, sunglasses, and song journal onto the empty seat, all nerves and uneasiness fading when he spotted me, stood up, and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Hey angel. You gonna write a song?" he asked as he embraced me.
"I was thinking about it, but I'm not sure. I brought my stuff in case inspiration hit," I answered with a chuckle before Logan sat back in his chair and I shoved my belongings aside to collapse into the one beside him.
He moved his chair against mine, so he could grab my hand easier, and I couldn't fight the blush that arose on my cheeks.
But that blush completely faded and I could feel my face completely draining of all color when I caught a glimpse of that new Storm guy glaring at Logan from across the pool. Glaring so intensely that if looks really could kill, my oblivious, perfect boyfriend would have dropped dead a million times over.
He was now sitting next to Camille, though I could have sworn he wasn't there a moment ago.
But rather than converse with Camille and Jo, that icy, terror-inciting gaze was completely frozen on my lovely boyfriend.
It wasn't long before he must have felt my gaze studying him because those cold eyes completely melted when he locked eyes with me. I saw something shadow that piercing blue shade…almost possessiveness of me.
And I would be lying if I said it didn't horrify me to the very core.
"Angel, are you alright? You are all of a sudden abnormally pale, even for you."
Logan's musical voice interrupted my complete terror, but I still couldn't break eye contact with the nightmarish eyes across the pool, no matter how desperately I wanted to.
When I finally found the strength to, I turned to Logan. He was still looking at me, obviously very concerned for my complete change in demeanor. He then looked across the pool at the very man that I had been so paralyzed by.
"Who is that, sweetheart?" he asked, rubbing a hand up and down my bare arm as if for comfort.
I shook myself from my fear, focusing entirely on my beautiful boyfriend and his loving, warm eyes, the complete opposite of the ones that I could feel still on us – ice blue ones to be exact.
"Some new guy named Storm. I ran into him in the hallway on my way down here. He says he's new," I replied in a small tone, refusing to let my eyes fall from lovely chocolate ones.
Logan looked back at Storm, this time noticing how intently and possessively his gaze was stuck on me.
"Well, I really don't like the way he's looking at you. He looks like he thinks he owns you. Well, I'm sorry, buddy, but this beautiful golden haired angel is all mine," he said, his eyes still burning holes into the side of Storm's head.
I don't like the way he's looking at me either…
So I really hope you guys figured out who "Storm" is :) Things are just beginning :) I hope you enjoyed!