Chapter 1

As my alarm went off, it told me that this is the first day back at school. The autumn wind blowed through my window and into my face, waking me in the morning. As I opened my eyes, an awful ray of sunlight flashes in them causing me to immediately shut them again. Groaning at the stinging sensation in my eyes, I opened them again, slowly getting used to the bright light.

" Nathaniel Ethan Williams. If you don't get up, out of that bed now, I will drag you out by your ankles young man!" my mom threatened. Too exhausted to walk, I roll out of my bed landing on the floor with a thump. " I'm coming mom, you didn't need to THREATEN me! " I yelled knowing that she is downstairs in the kitchen because of the eggs and bacon I smell in the air.

I dragged my weak, tired body to my bathroom. My bathroom has black marble walls and is quite spacious. On one side there is a hot tub and on the other side was a glass shower that turned foggy once the shower is turned on, just in case someone barges in without permission.

I went to the mirror and gasped at my appearance. My brown fluffy hair is everywhere due to me shifting repeatedly in my sleep. My caramel face, has lines going in every which way for a reason that I don't even know. My mismatch eyes, that I got from my father, whom I've never met, have a droopy look in them. My left eye, is a chocolate brown that looks black if you're not looking close enough. My right eye, is a gorgeous, beautiful electric blue, that some people refuse to look at for too long because they think if they stare too long that they might get electrocuted. My pink plump lips, in a firm line. I'm proud to say that I'm not skinny, in fact due to my obsession with the gym, I'm quite built. I have defined six pack and a V line that some men would kill for. My height is about 6'2 or 6 if you just guess.

I sigh as I remove my boxer, stepping into the shower. I don't sleep in much clothes as I get really over heated in my sleep. As the cold water drip down my body, I grab my pear and apple body wash rub it all over my body and then washed it off under the water.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a black towel around my waist and other in my hair.I took my toothbrush and toothpaste and started to brush my teeth. As I'm rinsing my mouth my mother screeched " If you're not down in 5 minutes. I'm taking your motorcycle keys." As she said that I quickly walk to my room to get dress. I chose to wear black ripped jeans that have chains on them and a belt. A white shirt and a black leather jacket with zipped pockets. I picked my favourite black and white trainers. I quickly brushed my hair out knowing that it will dry when I'm riding my motorcycle.

As I was jogging down the stairs my mom sighed dramatically " Finally, seriously you are 15 almost 16 and you move slower than your dead grandfather " she teased. My mom looks like me her hair is brown and curly. Her skin is slightly tanned and her eyes are emerald green. She is more like my best friend than my mom but she can be scary when she wants to be. She is 41 and looks nothing like her age. If you don't know her you'd swear she is 22. Which is scary when people ask if she's my sister.

" How can a deceased corpse move faster than me?" I asked. "In fact, let's talk about how long you take to buy one pair of shoes. Then again it's never just one pair is it, mom" I teased. "Ok you win this time " she laughed. " I know but you have a serious shoe problem, maybe you should get a therapist with half the money you buy shoes with and not to mention that you don't even wear half of them " I scolded. "Okay, enough lecturing me, a woman likes to have choices in things...as simple as that" she explained. " Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night " I said.

I sat down and started eating. " No, eat slower Nate, it's not like you're going to be late or anything " she said with her sentence drenched in sarcasm. " Fine, I'm leaving " I said as I stood up to leave, grabbing my keys off the coffee table as I walk past. I took my phone from my pocket and texted my best friend.

Nate: where are you?

Delilah: where do you think Sherlock?!

Nate: haha. I'm coming to pick you up. Oh and if you didn't get it, the "haha" is sarcastic, the last thing I need is for you to think that you're funny.

Delilah: shut up and come pick me up.

I chuckle and put my phone in my jacket pocket then zipped it up to avoid it falling out of my pocket. I've learned from past experiences. I got on my motorcycle that is black but have lime green stripes across it.

I speed through the street, dodging cars along the way so fast that my mother would get a heart attack. In about 5 minutes I stopped in front of Delilah's house. It was a nice white house with grey features. The windows have white frames and the glass has slight black tint in them.

As I was waiting, the door opens and I hear Delilah scream at her older brother Damon. "If you touch the cake I left in the fridge, I'm going to remove your fingers, with my teeth, then I'm going to cut you open, pull out your stomach and your intestines and strangle you with them!" she warned. I laugh like a maniac when she says that because she could and probably would do it.

Her black hair has blue highlights in it and because she has long hair, she puts it in a ponytail. Her eyes are naturally hazel but she wears blue contacts for some reason. Something about " blue eyes are cute " which is not totally a lie. Her lips covered in black lipstick which makes her eyeliner and mascara pop out more. She is about 5'6 which is tall compared to other girls. Her skin is very tanned. Her teeth kind of have a fangs looks to them, which is cute but weird at times, such as when she is upset, she makes a weird growling noise. She is wearing blue jeans that are ripped only at the knees. A crop top that says " Bow down losers " which is something she would definitely say. A blue jeans jacket that match her jeans. Her shoes are black trainers that have one blue streak around them. Around her neck is a black choker that has a blue gem in the middle.

" Black and blue today huh?" I asked. " Yeah, I'm feeling myself " she replies. I smirk at that "Oh really?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows. "Oh shut up dumb-ass not like that" she groaned. " I know I just like teasing you " I laughed. " Why do you tease me?" she whined. "Why not" I asked in return while cocking an eyebrow at her. " Do you have a crush on me or something?" she deadpanned.

That is when I started laughing non stop. "You...think....I..have a.....crush on you?!" I said between laughs. " Well that would explain the reasons why you tease me " she said putting her hands on her hips which only made me laugh harder." I'm.....gay. You're...not...my type. Teasing you....is... is just my.. hobby " I said practically dying from laughter.

"OMG, you're gay?! Why didn't you tell me that? " she pouted. " Does it make a difference " I asked slightly worried is she wouldn't be ok with it. I know her opinion shouldn’t matter, but it does.

"Does that make a difference...OF COURSE IT DOES!" she said too loud for my poor sensitive ears. "We could go shopping together and check out boys and..." she rambled on about what we could do together because I'm gay. Then she asked something that made my jaw drop.

" Are you a top or bottom?" she asked bluntly, raising a brow at me with a shit eating grin.

"That’s a little thing personal, don’t you think and I am offended that you would ask such a vulgar question." I said putting my hand over my chest pretending to be offended. " Boo who, suck it up." she said. I looked at her with a face that asked ' are you serious right now '. "Was that a gay joke? " I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Maybe." she replied, holding in her laughter.

" Whatever, hop on or we're going to be late to our first day back.” I urged. " I'm coming, I'm coming." she giggles at her own dirty joke making me roll my eyes. " Yeah, save it for your boyfriend- oh right! You don’t have one." I said, making a fake pity face.

She gasps dramatically, smacking my shoulder. Soon as she got on and wrapped her arms around me securely and tightly so that she doesn't fall off. "Ok, let's go." She said, leaning forwards, putting a bit of her weight on me. With that I started my motorcycle and rode of to school.