His Iris

Every good girl is warned about the bad boy, who go looking for trouble, with split lips and bruised knuckles. But no one warns you about the broken ones,who stay silent,whose grey eyes are so hollow with intense sadness and darkness to them and rings under their eyes. Boys who whisper things so sweet and quietly you wonder if he was angel. And also whisper things so naughty with a deep sexy chuckle, right in front of your friends, you would clench your thighs and try so hard not to release a moan.

Luca is your broken bad boy, with thunderstorm brewing deeply in his eyes, he finally finds someone who brings light to his life, Iris.

Iris is your average black, coming from a broken home, she moves to a small town to get rid of her terrible past after a lot of urging from her uncle Tyson ever since her refusal to go for therapy.

She meets Luca and realizes, he is just as broken as her. While she hides hers behind smiles and laughter, he hides his behind his cold exterior and anger.

Together they help each other fix their broken pieces.

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A/N

Guilty for making it a bit cliché, you might cringe a lot. Please leave a comment, xoxo.

I looked in the full length mirror, watching as the red top I wore clung tightly to my upper half. My jeans were a bit bigger than the average.

As kids we all had that perfect future planned out in our heads. Having the supermodel body, tall, flawless skin, but things really didn't go as planned for some of us while others got the future they always dreamed of.

I was merely 190 pounds yet people were already on my neck for it.

Moving from Georgia to a small town 6 months ago wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I attend a public school,Greenwood High, and I made two friends during my first week at school and after 6 months, you could call us best friends.

I applied a little makeup and after a few trys I tamed and styled my curls, taming my curls was never easy. Like they say "The fro can never be tamed."

Putting on my black heeled boots,I decided I looked good enough. For the night that is.

My brother, Bryson, decided to take my friends and I to this party after a lot of bribing and begging from my side.

Bryson's older than me with 3 years. I'm 16 and he's 19 this year, and in his second year in college and the captain of his school basketball team. Bryson is a tall muscular guy with a beautiful dark skin like me too. He has a few tattoos running down his arms and full hair that was braided into cornrows by yours truly.

While I was anxiety riddled and a shadow of myself, Bryson was confident and could stand for himself.

And I was a shy 16 year, who has trouble in being social, that was the main reason why I was invisible to everyone in school except my tiny group of friends. People kissed the ground he walked on.

While I'd probably kiss the ground they walk on. We really are complete opposites.

Hearing a knock on my door made me snap out of the daydream I was in. My brother put his head through door, looks around my room for a few seconds before his eyes meets mine by the vanity, about finishing off my edges.

"Hey Ri, you done yet? Natasha and Jackson are downstairs already." he says while looking at me from my head to my toes to make sure I wasn't wearing something inappropriate.

*Like I had the confident for that. Ha! Jokes on him.*

"Give me a few minutes." I replied, smiling brightly at him.

He rolled his eyes and smiled also at my giddiness, immediately he shuts the door I decided to give myself a 5 minutes pep talk about being confident tonight.

*Okay Iris you can do this, you're gonna go to the party, get drunk like a normal teenager would and have an awesome night, maybe even find a guy to make out with.*

Finally putting on my big girl panties and going downstairs. I heard a horn honking crazily outside and I figured Bryson was probably fed up. I smiled, grabbing my phone and darting towards the door.

I opened the car door and got in, immediately seeing Natasha at the front seat and Jackson sitting at the back.

"Hey, girlie." Tasha said while reapplying her makeup.

I responded with a light laugh while shaking my head at her attempt to fix her hair with the way Bryson was driving.

Tasha is a ginger haired girl with slight freckles scattered from cheek to cheek. She is also a junior like me. Natasha is a tall girl, with a model like body I would kill for. Tonight she was putting on a pink tight top, a short leather skirt and heeled boots like me too, which made her taller that she already is.

"Hey, my little Groot." Jackson said while poking my ribs.

"You little shit, I hate it when you do that." I grumbled while caressing my fragile ribs with a pout on my lips.

"Awwnn, my baby's finally breaking her party virginity." Jackson coo'ed.

"Fuck you Jay, really." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You ready to get drunk and maybe snatch a cutie and finally get on tonight?" Tasha asked while smirking at me.

She was doing this on purpose, really, because Bryson was right in the car with us.

"She's not getting "on" with anyone tonight Natasha." Bryson answered sternly before I could even reply her.

After a few minutes in awkward silence, Bryson finally parks in front of a really huge house and I swear I audibly gulped at the amount of people pooling around the building due to overcrowding.

"Alright, I want you to stay by Jackson's side tonight Iris, since he's the only reasonable one." Bryson ordered while slightly glaring at Natasha who looked eager to bolt out of the car and get on the groove any minute from now

"And if you eventually lose Jackson, which won't happen, I want you to call me and I'll come get you okay?" He asked, more like ordered.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek

"Got it dude, I love you." I replied while saluting to him, which he chuckled at because my fat self still haven't learnt how to salute properly.

"Love you too, Ri." He said.

Tasha and Jackson both laughed at my silliness and we all got down.

Walking towards the house my anxiety started nagging at my chest as I got closer to the huge doors filled up with teenagers making out, smoking while others were puking at the cute yard with flowers trimmed and arranged neatly.

*Poor flowers.*

"It's okay." Natasha said from beside me, before she grabbed my hands and led me inside.

The inside was completely packed with dozens of drunk and sweaty teens and college students. The strong stench of alcohol hit my nostrils and loud music blasted through the entire house and I swear I could feel the floor booming too.

Natasha led me to what looked like a kitchen filled with alcohols and punch, seriously who keeps punch at a crazy teenage party.

"I'll take the punch Tasha." I said when she brought out two bottles of alcohol.

She just ignored me and poured the alcohol into a red Solo cup, she stretched her hand towards me, but I shook my head at her, until she sighed and added a bit of the punch into the alcohol.

Taking it from her stretched hand I bring the cup to my nose and sniff it a little.

"Smells like shit ." I say while scrunching my face up.

Tasha laughed while sipping hers straight from the bottle.

"Pussy." She said while smiling.

"Fuck off." I reply while taking little sips of the smelling thing.

*Ew.*

"I'll be right back babe, Luke's here." She says while smiling sweetly.

Tasha has been with Luke even before we moved here. Luke's a dark haired boy, he's a senior and he's 17, turning 18 this year from what Tasha said.

Jackson's a senior also but he's 18 already, while I'm 16 and a junior, with Tasha being 17 and a junior like me too, although we are both taking a few Ap classes.

With a few tattoos running down his arms like Bryson, except he had a piercing in his left eyebrow.

I watched her as she walked to him, swaying her hips a little, she finally reached him and he grabbed her by the waist and gave her a deep kiss, ignoring everyone else around them.

He finally released her and dragged her upstairs. She turned back and gave me sly smile and wink.

I laughed and shook my head.

Turning around and looking at my surrounding, a song I liked started playing,I smiled slightly and bopped my head to the beat.

I began to feel myself loosening up and eventually I'm done with two bottles of the alcohol. I started singing and dancing to the music playing from the speakers.

I go to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing and wiggling while shouting and singing as loud as can.

After dancing, with a few drops of sweat plastered on my forehead. I felt a hard body come behind mine, slowly grinding into my butt. Slightly drunk from the excess alcohol, I giggle and grind back into the guy.

"Wanna get out of here?" A deep voice whispers into my ear while still holding onto my waist and grinding into me.

I finally turned around and was gazing into the light blue eyes of a blonde guy. He was tall, I'd give him that, and he looked like I've seen him somewhere around at school.

I wasn't even given the chance to reply him and he was already pulling me out of the dance floor.

Giggling as the tall stranger leads me through a door into this really large and wide balcony.

"Hey mister, I didn't even get to say yes yet...... you have no right dragging me up here without a yes chicken poop." I say with a slight slur to my words, I couldn't even get what I was saying because I was hiccuping so bad.

*I need water.*

The tall stranger, who still hasn't told me his name, backs me into the wall without replying me.

I gasp "Rude." I say with a pout.

*I really need water.*

He begins to lay kisses on my neck and face, but I pay no attention to him, rather to the dark silhouette sitting on a chair at the other end of the balcony. He wasn't paying any attention to us tho. He kept looking forward with a blank face. I could only see his side view, since he was putting on a hoodie, he had a blunt in his hand and it was marijuana because it smells like it here.

*He was dressed like a ninja, really.*

*I gasp out loud. Was he one???*

If he was, I really needed to ask him to show me some skills on how to kick ass. Especially asses like this guy who was still holding onto my waist tightly.

*I giggled at the thought me kicking ass.*

*Ha!!*

When the stranger guy tried to put his hand into my pants, It finally clicked that this guy isn't actually going to let me go anytime soon, so I started to struggle.

"Get your hands off me." I say shoving him off me.

He doesn't budge, instead he pushes me hard into the wall, making me hit my head and shoulder hard on the wall,I let out a wince and then I really start to panic, I start to hyperventilate and try to set my breathing straight.

"Leave me alone, you jerkface!" I say, using all the strength I had left in me to push him off me.

Just as I was about to hit him on the face, I heard a voice which made me pause my attack.

"Is there a problem here?" It was ninja guy. His deep voice caught me off guard. It was so dark and deep, it made the good chills run up my spine. I felt a huge wave of relief wash over me knowing that someone was here to save me.

My attacker finally budges and gives me a nasty look.

"No, man" he replied before walking off. I don't miss the "bitch" that he mutters before he pushes the door with so much force it closes back with a loud bang.

Crumbling to the floor, I pull my knees to my chest as I shake with so much force due to the amount of anxiety, panic and fear brewing inside of me.

After crying and sniffing for a few minutes, I finally gathered up enough courage and I raised myself up and walked up to the ninja guy.

I didn't know what made me walk up to him, I should've called Bryson or Natasha to come get me but I had this sudden urge to go thank him, even if he didn't had to raise a finger to save me.

Leaning on the railing of the balcony and hugging myself with both arms, I look at him, I still couldn't see his full gave due to the fact that he hasn't turned to look at me but I knew he could feel my stare but his hood was down so I could see his side view and boy did he have a nice jaw.

I watched him take another long drag from the blunt. There was something alluring about it, and I couldn't bring myself to look away.

Normally I'd go against smoking of any sort because of the damages it causes to ones health.

But fuck, this was different. How could someone taking something so terrible go from looking gross to looking so graceful on him.

"Thank you." I said while shivering from the cold breeze.

He doesn't reply neither does he even acts like he heard me at all.

I sighed deeply.

He takes another another drag from his blunt before he finally acknowledges my presence by turning to face me with a raise of a single perfectly arched eyebrow.

Holy-

His eyes locked onto mine and I completely forgot why i was even thanking him in the first place.

He was gorgeous.

With jet-black hair that was styled into a undercut, that hung by the side of his face, looked so ruffled like he had run his hands through it a lot of times. His undercut went perfectly well with his sharp and well defined jawline and the intense hollow shape of his cheekbones which complemented his full lips and lifeless grey eyes that looked so cold, full of anger and looked so troubled yet......it was so alluring. Either that or the weed he was smoking was making his eyes look sad. And the tattoos I could see running down his wrist and up his neck were beautiful. But I wasn't interested in his tattoos rather his piercings had me fascinated. He had three in his right ear, with one rode, one in his tongue, one in his left eyebrow and a septum piercing. They looked like they must've hurt. And the way they kept glinting under moonlight, made him look so sinister.

But fuck if he wasn't gorgeous.

I snapped out of whatever trans I was in and shook my head at myself.

Clearing my throat, which felt parched, I replied his earlier question, well not really a question since he didn't ask but whatever.

"For earlier on...." It came out like a whisper in the cold night.

I'm so so dumb for thinking tonight was going to end well

He doesn't reply tho. Just a nod of his head, I guess he didn't talk much.

"Bryson's gonna kill Jackson... Crap." I mutter to myself.

But I still couldn't find it within me to move from where I stood, I liked it here.

Grabbing a bottle of water beside him, he passes it to me and I muttered a "thank you." before gulping it down to half the bottle.

*Guess I really needed that water.*

I giggled at myself.

"So what's your name?" I ask trying to initiate a conversation, even though I knew he wouldn't talk much, I could try.

"Luca." He replied.

I took some seconds to drool over his accent.

He wasn't from around here, that I know, I just couldn't place a pin on it, it was either Sweden or Iceland. My drunk self wasn't smart too.

*Bummer.*

"I'm Iris, but my friends call me Ri." I tell him.

I wait a few minutes before talking again.

"Are you from around here?" I asked.

"Norway" He replied shortly.

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from making any embarrassing sounds. His voice still gave her chills and his Nordic accent added to his appeal.

I haven't seen him around and he looked like he was either a senior or done with highschool.

"Are you new?" I asked curiously.

"No." He answered curtly.

I frowned, he wasn't new then why haven't I seen him around, I mean I haven't stayed here for a long time so I guess I don't really know everyone in this small town.

"So how come I've never seen you around?" I asked again. He turned to look at me blankly before looking at the stars above.

"Juvie." He responded, with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

I turned to look at him, purely interested at this point not just curious.

"Ahhhhh... so you're one of the infamous bad boy?" I ask, a small smile playing on my lips.

"Of course not" he replied with a straight face. But I swear I could sense the sarcasm in his voice.

I giggled, hiccuping lightly.

"Funny."

We stayed silent for a few minutes until I fished my phone out from my back Pocket.

I checked the time and gasp loudly.

"Crap, Bryson's definitely gonna kill me." I mutter.

Facing Luca, with a small smile, I decided to say goodbye.

We're probably going to see at school. Maybe I'll introduce him to Tasha and Jay.

"Alright dude, I gotta go." I say, while doing my signature salute at him.

He also rolled his eyes, giving me a nod with a small smile tugging at his lips.

*Ha!*

I made him smile.

Why does everyone laughs when I try to salute tho.

I smile lightly, before turning and walking out of the balcony.

Immediately I stepped out I see Tasha running towards me, hair looking wild with lipstick smeared at the side of her lips

"Where have you been?!" She all but screamed at me gaining the attention of other people in the hallway.

"I was making out with Luke when Jackson blasted my phone with messages saying you were missing and we should find you before Bryson finds out..... You know how Bryson gets, don't you? Then why did you have to run off on your own-" She rambled but I cut her off before she gave me her full lecture. I really like Tasha but sometimes she makes me feel like such a child and it sucks.

I Know how Bryson gets, trust me, she didn't have to tell me, I mean he's my brother. That's why I'm not going to tell any of them what happened earlier on, it's going to be between Luca and I.

Finally replying Tasha,

"Look, Tasha I'm okay, nothing happened to me, I was just at the balcony taking in some fresh air, I was beginning to sweat-" I didn't get to finish my lie before the door to the balcony opens and Luca steps out.

He didn't even spare us a glance, he just walked towards the other end of the hallway.

Tasha gasps loudly before slapping my arm lightly.

"You go girl!" She hoots loudly.

"I'm so proud of you boo." She says smiling with tears in her eyes like a mother whose baby just said their first words.

"It was nothing like that Tasha, I was actually taking in the scenery and the fresh air." I say while scrunching up my nose.

"Mhmmmhhhm......" She says smirking lightly.

Shaking my head at her silliness.

"Let's go get the others." I tell her grabbing her hands and going downstairs.

We find my brother and Jackson and we leave the party.

Not without feeling a pair of eyes on my back from the balcony area.