2 The beginning

"Why?"

I sighed. This was happening way too often.

"I'm sorry Jerry but I can't go out with you. We've barely even talked to each other."

Jerry glared at me before walking towards his encouraging friends. I flipped my hair back as I walked back towards the campus. It's not that I was particularly beautiful or easy. Quite the opposite actually. But many say that I give of a certain "smart and nice" vibe. All the guys hat were asking me out were either popular idiots or delinquents.

In my personal opinion they don't want a girlfriend but someone who can fix them. And I don't want to be the person to fix anyone. I myself need fixing. My phone buzzed as I received a new email. It was from Harvard University regarding the fact that they have received my application. I smiled.

Social interaction and my youth was sacrificed to my studies. I'm at the current top 1% of my high school which is already prestigious for its academics. My dream has always been to attend an Ivy League so that I could take care of my younger sister in the stead of my deceased parents.

I bit my lip so that I could mentally change the subject. I can't remember bad memories like that now. I smiled as I imagined my younger sister's smile as I buy her more art supplies. She's an artist who lives up to her name.

Ding!

Shit! I'm going to be late for fifth period! I looked at my watch. I can still make it if I use a shortcut. I sped up then jumped over the medium sized fence in front of the back entrance. My track and field history is just as impressive as my grades. Particularly with hurdles. Suddenly my foot hit something large on the ground. I wheeled myself back and forth so that I wouldn't trip. Calm yourself down! I finally stepped forward and stopped my fall. I breathed out in relief.

Huh?

What was this? I looked down to see a person with a bloodied face. Nausea filled me. I looked up to see the bodies of nine others on the ground. Who did this?

My instincts told me to run. I have never once ditched school but I would rather miss class right now than become a punching bag.

Fuck!

I held my throbbing nose. Who the hell did I bump into-Oh fuck me. There was a tall figure holding a baseball bat as he looked down at me. Crystal blue eyes looked at me intensely. The figure's dirty blond hair peeking from under his baseball hat. If it weren't for the scratches on his face he would be quite handsome. The figure also wore a SUPREME sweatshirt and black jeans. He was quite stylish. The figure's lips turned into a smirk as he whispered.

"Well, well it looks like I've left one of them alive. I don't usually kill woman but I've got to kill all witnesses. Sorry sweetie but blame this on your bad luck."

Wait! Wait! Back up for a mother fucking second. How did this turn into a situation where I was about to die? I backed away as the figure came closer to me. I will not be killed by a baseball bat and a psycho. I quickly brought my leg up as I heard the figure drop his baseball bat as he held his crotch. I then quickly stepped forward and punched his nose. A noise rose in the air.

What the fuck?

The figure was laughing?

"Oh sweetie you are quite brave. No one has ever stood up to me and made it out alive. Guess what, I respect you enough to give you a choice."

Is that supposed to be encouraging? Despite my poker face I was freaking out on the inside. All of the systems in my mind were screaming like little bitches. I looked up at the figure as he suddenly put his hand on my throat.

"Now, what is your name sweetie?"

I spit at the figure's face. He chuckled once more as he intensified his grip. I kicked forward at nothing. I clawed at his hands with my long fingernails. The figure winced but kept his grip. I struggled to breathe as the world around me started to blur.

"I-I will ll-isten to your rrequest."

I struggled to speak as I said that. The figure smiled coyly and released me. I desperately inhaled and exhaled. I never realized how important breathing was until now.

"Good girl. My request is quite simple as your choice. You can either die right here and join your fallen comrades or you can simply give me something worthwhile."

Something worthwhile? I racked my brain as I thought of what I could give him. Money wasn't an option. And I don't think that this fucker wants some Valentine's Day chocolates. I stood up and pulled the neck of his sweatshirt and tip-toed. I then placed my lips on the figure's then stepped back.

The figure stood shocked and then he burst into laughter.

"Girl how is that something worthwhile?"

"It's my first kiss. I gave you something important to me so take it or leave it. We are now even so don't ever not ever me again fucker."

"Kaden."

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Kaden as your name is Lyra."

The figure then leaned in and grabbed my chin as he tilted my head upwards. He smiled as he said.

"I'm sorry sweetie but I think that I'm going to keep you around me for sometime. You're way too interesting."

I slapped his hand away only for Kaden to lean in and kiss me once more. His lips easily merged with mine. Our heads moving I sync. As the late bell rang, the taste of cherry filled my mouth.

Never did I think that this encounter would become one of the biggest mistake that I've ever made in my entire life.

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