I gots a question. Do you think we could play Niall and Lilian again in one of the chit chats? I haven't played a female character in a while and I need to get back into that, at least for today, to get anywhere with my outside writing.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Hey, Double I. I have a question for you too. To amp up the suspense and action a bit in your chit chat, could you possibly have a government official or something put out a warrant for Cyan's arrest or something? He publicly showed he's not human.
And...Hm. Kaboom, Pix? That would be interesting and both our characters are gone from there.
And yes! Yes I do!
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I sat up in bed, my black hair flopping over my forehead like it always was. My shirt was ruined, although I don’t remember one thing that happened in school yesterday. Was I drunk or something?
I slipped on my new white tee shirt after I got myself settled and made my way downstairs, my mom making breakfast. My big sister Fray was still in her room probably putting makeup on or something. I sat down at the family table, taking my head in my hands to ease the gigantic headache that was forming.
“Morning, Ryder,” My mother chuckles, flipping the eggs in her pan.
I glance up at her, the pulsing in my head bothering the heck out of me. “What happened yesterday?” I ask in a whisper.
She sighs and pours the eggs onto a plate, sliding it to me when finished with a fork. “You got in a fight. Again. When are you going to stop this, Ryder? The world doesn’t revolve around violence,” She says, sitting across from me.
I roll my eyes and pick at my food, losing my appetite almost instantly. “That must’ve been a great way to spend my fifteenth birthday,” I mutter sarcastically, looking down at my plate.
“Ryder!” My mom yells, her eyes narrowing at me.
I roll my eyes again and push the plate away. “What?”
She sighs. “We will not tolerate this behavior any longer, sweetheart. We have to do something about this. Who is the boy you keep getting in a fight with? Why?” she asks.
I glance up at her again. “Hunt Thomas,” I reply. “Over…” I don’t want to tell my freaking mom why I keep fighting with him. But I do it anyways. “Over this girl,” I reply.
Her eyes widen. “Who?”
I swallow. “Ever,” I reply.
She grins. “You like Ever?”
I nod and don’t say anything more, seeing as her parents are best friends with my parents, and she comes over almost every day for dinner. Curse my charm.
“I have to head off to school,” I sigh, standing and grabbing my backpack. She stands too.
“What about breakfast?”
I shake my head, flashing a smile halfheartedly. “Nah. I’m not hungry. See you after school, Ma.”
She nods and makes me walk out. I walk through the lonely streets, thinking about Ever the whole way there.
That long blonde hair…Those intense hazel eyes…Soft tan skin…Those full lips that won’t quit…
I shake my head out as I reach the campus, everyone outside. Jocks throw their footballs at the new kids in high school. That would be me. Since this is my first year, it’s hard to fit in around all the older people.
But then I see her. Time stops as she talks with her friends, looking amazing. My face burns red and something breaks my trance as I fall to the ground, a football somehow by my side. I look up to see all-time chuckling jocks, staring down at me.
I blush even more, humiliation taking over. How dare they make a fool out of me!
I stand and punch the leader right in the nose. He stumbles backwards, holding it as he does. I felt some sort of energy in my hand as I did it. Like…Electricity almost. I looked at my fist, its big bold structure somehow paler then usual. I shook it off as the leader wiped the blood from his nose with his hand, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Well, well,” He starts. “Isn’t it Mr. too-cool-for-school?”
I smirk at this and cross my arms, all the girls staring at me like I was some sort of trophy. I caught Ever looking away, whispering to her friends. I soon looked back at the boy who hit me.
“Yeah, maybe it is. You got a problem with that?” I smirk.
He runs for me but I side-step as he runs into a trashcan. A crowd forms and the dude’s face turns red. Ha. This is going to be fun.
“You know…” I start, circling him. “Sometimes bullying is a sign of Jealously,” I look him up and down and step in front of him. “Are you jealous?” I raise an eye brow.
He tries to punch me and I snap my head to the side, his fist going right between the open space of my shoulder and neck this time. “You are, aren’t you?” He shakes his head and crosses his arms. “Pffftt. Jealous of you? You must be mental or something.”
I punch him in the stomach and he stumbles backwards, falling on his girlfriend. Too easy.
I just walk away, fixing my black leather jacket and black hair before someone starts walking beside me. Ever.
She flashes her award-winning smile before nudging me. “I like how you stood up to Grayson like that,” She says with a smirk. “No one ever does that. It just proves you’re different.”
My heart flutters at this, (No matter how girly that sounds) and step into 1st period, the bell ringing just as I do.
Spoiler
That's just the first chapter.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
