Chapter 1

I remember a couple of kids in my class were having a conversation about what superpower they would want, if they were ever presented with the chance of having one. One of them significantly admitted that being invisible was the best superpower out there. You could do anything you wanted without being caught. You could rob a bank or steal the answers to the midterms, and no one would ever know. After being at this school for a couple of months, I can confidently say being invisible is not remarkable. If anything, it is one of the loneliest things I have ever experienced.

I moved here about six months ago after my parents died in a freak accident. They were driving down the back roads and got a flat tire. When they got out to change it, they were attacked by some wolves. After they died, the state sent me to live with my aunt, but she couldn't stand me. Never could, I'm kind of surprised she remembered my name, in think I have meet her a handful of times since I was born.

Today is my eighteenth birthday, so I suggested that I go live somewhere where I can get a scholarship and here I am. I never thought I would end up in Minnesota. My aunt called me crazy because there are wolves in and out of the city. Although I have yet to see one, or even hear of a wolf attack.

I was going through potential colleges that I could easily commute to from where I would be living throughout my last year of high school and nothing really seemed to jump out at me until I came across this small town called Lincoln. Something about this place just screamed out to me. Even before my parent's accident, I had put Minnesota as one of my lists of schools I was going to apply for. I love to write; my dream is to one day make a career out of it.

I love writing my feelings out since I can't seem to convey them in any other way really. I think that was part of the reason my aunt didn't like having me around much. I hadn't cried a single tear for my parents when they passed. As terrible as this sounds, it felt like a massive weight had been lifted off of my chest.

On the outside, to everyone else, we looked like a perfect family—loving parents with a straight-A student. Everyone would tell me that my life was perfect. Kind and caring parents that anyone would kill to have. But that couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth. My parents were cruel and vindictive. My parents used to beat the living shit out of me just because I could. Sometimes I would get a beating because they realised that I was still there, existing.

My day-to-day life consisted of waking up, making them breakfast, eating the scraps they leave behind (and that was a big maybe), getting beat if I didn't wake up fast enough or cooked fast enough, etc. It all started when I was about ten years old. They both worked for some factory that laid them off with over one hundred and fifty people, they both started to drink their frustrations away of not being able to find new work. It didn't take long after that for them to become violent.

And, of course, no one caught on. When it first started, I told one of my teachers in school, and they sent a social worker around to the house that same night. They saw no immediate danger to my wellbeing and left me in their care. As soon as the social worker left, they beat me until I had an inch of life left in me. The next thing I knew they loaded us up and moved us to the next town over, so no one would say anything when they took me to the hospital. I always wondered if that social worker regretted not believing me and leaving me there with those people.

I couldn't eat properly for two months. I can't remember the last time anyone had said I love you or ask if I'm alright or just genuinely cared enough to ask. I've never had any friends despite the fact everyone thought I lived a perfect life. Instead, they used that to make my life a living hell. Like they thought my life was so perfect, that if they cornered me in school that would make my life suck because apparently even if it was true that wasn't allowed. But compared to my parents, they were nothing.

And that's why I like being here in Minnesota. I've been here for a few months but have only started school a few weeks ago. Something about my transcripts coming from 3 different places, is what delayed my start date. I didn't quite understand what they were saying. I think they were making up many excuses because they dropped the ball and didn't prepare for my transfer. I didn't mind, though. It gave me time to explore the town and observe the people, as weird as that may sound.

Thanks to that I found this great spot to go and do my homework at a small café just on the end, of town. Although I haven't made any friends, I have had people come up and warn me about going into the woods after sundown. It can get overrun with the wolves I have yet to see. I can't tell if they are being kind and trying or just having fun trying to scare the new kid.

About halfway through the school day, I noticed that all the students seemed to be talking about some big party that was happening tonight. They had posted flyers up all around the school, trying to get as many people as possible to come. This guy does this pretty frequently. I have yet to meet him, but he wasn't here the first few weeks of school from when I started.

Evidently, he is at school today, but I had yet to see him. However, not that I really care, it sounds like he is Mr. popular though from the way everyone talks about him. From what I have hear it kind of sounds like his family runs this town, like some mob boss or something. Ha I can't help but laugh at some of the stuff I think about some times.

Oh well. Best keep to myself, I have managed to get my life on track, and I will be damned if start worrying about this kind of stuff now. I would rather be alone and know that my life is going in the direction that I want it to go, then have someone that can potentially ruin my life.

The final bell for the day finally rings and the first thing I do is B line it for the entrance. My bed is definitely calling my name, it kind of feels like something has zapped all the energy out of my body. Just as I turned around to exit the school building, I hit something that feels like a brick wall and fall flat on my ass. I instantly put one hand on my face and the other on my ass as the pain becomes more apparent. I look up to see the guy assume everyone is obsessing over.

Jason Stark. He looks like a fucking sex god; no wonder all the girls supposedly fall at his feet. He looks like he could be 6'2, maybe 6'3 tall, and his biceps are basically bulging out of his black short sleeve shirt, and his hair is a beautiful shade of black, styled like something out of a magazine. I can't help but gawk at him. He is the definition of beautiful.

He puts out his hand to help me up, and as soon as I take it, something, almost like an electric shock course's through my body, simply from his touch. As soon as I am back on my feet, I rip my hand out of his, never breaking eyesight. This feeling is intense and fucking weird. Maybe I can back away quickly if I apologise.

"Um, sorry, I didn't see you there."

I quietly say I as slowly started to back away. I hadn't noticed before, but for some reason, everyone was staring at us.

"What's your name?"

Boom. That's pretty much that just went off in my mind the minute he started to speak. His voice shook me to my very core. But not in a bad way, God it sounds so sexy. Everything about him is driving me wild but throw his voice in the mix and I'm just about to lose my god damn mind.

"Um it's Lila." That came out much quieter than I intended. I looked on the ground and noticed all my stuff is still all over the floor. I bend down and start picking it up and suddenly another hand is down with me, helping me back up with my shit. His hand brushes against mine and again, an electric shock. Every time we touch, my body seems to go into overdrive, sending tingles up and down my body. Making me feel things I have never felt before.

"Um, thanks. I've got to get going. Sorry again."

Before he could say anything, I bolted for the front door. I don't think I like how he makes me feel, especially since we just met. Sure, it feels good, but it scares the shit out of me. I have never felt like this before.

I make it outside as fast as I could, but before I could make it to the steps of the stairs, I feel an arm pull me backwards, right into a pair of muscular arms. I look up to see it is none other than Jason. I try to wiggle out of his grasp and ask him what his deal is, but before I could, the only thing to come out of his mouth was,

"Mine."