Levi's POV

I didn't understand why he gave me that rule until my eyes laid on her. Two women were in the kitchen, bickering about pizza. The one woman that caught my eye was wearing glasses. The other wasn't. The one without glasses seemed older. I assume she's Henry's wife. The daughter would be the one with glasses.

Her hair was a nest of tangles. But I'm sure if I helped brush it, it'd be shiny and smell like chocolate. Her eyes behind her glasses were beautiful too. They sparkled despite her bickering with her mother. When she smiled, I felt my heart drop. For once, I could feel something. This girl was the root of everything.

"Pizza?" Henry asks with a chuckle, "I thought you guys were making something and not ordering."

"Well, you did say to ask Hanji. She wanted pizza." The older woman says with a smile, kissing Henry on the cheek. I was ignored for a few seconds before her eyes laid on me. "Oh. This must be..."

"Levi," Henry answers for me. He points to everyone with his hand, introducing them. "Levi, this is my wife, Marla. This is my daughter, Hanji. Hanji, Marla, this is Levi. He'll be staying with us for some time."

"Who is he, Dad?" Her voice was... angelic? Beautiful? I can't describe it. 

"A nephew of a friend."

"How long will he stay?" 

"Until he can stay on his feet with a steady job and a place to live." Henry says quickly, "Don't worry, Hanji, I have advised him to stay away from you."

"I can handle myself, Dad," Hanji began to drink a cup of soda when her father leaned close to her. He thought I couldn't hear, but I could. 'I don't want him near you. He's about your age,' was what I heard when Henry pulled away from her. "Anyways," Hanji shook off her father's words and pointed to the pizza box as her hazel brown eyes stared into me. "Hungry? I love pepperoni pizza and some other crazy combos. But pepperoni is good."

"Thanks."

I couldn't take my eyes off her as we ate dinner. They talked to each other, sometimes looking to me to ask questions. An hour later, Hanji said that she was going to sleep early due to a test tomorrow morning. She said goodbye to everyone, even waving to me before going upstairs. It wasn't long until Marla showed me where I would be sleeping: downstairs.

I was told to sleep, but I couldn't sleep. Not for hours. I kept thinking about her. I hear her voice in my head, and I don't remember her calling my name. Not once. If I could hear her say it, I think I would like that. I don't usually like things. Hanji, in this case, was an exception. Thinking about her made my head dizzy and I began to feel nauseous. I see why he told me to stay away from her. She's like a plague. A sickness. An illness. But if she's this dangerous, why am I drawn to her?