Teaser

 What’s the use? They use you, abuse you and trample all over your heart ,and  they have the nerve to think you won’t say shit, well apart from snivel like a little kid and end up getting looks from everyone like you were to blame. You think that you did something wrong, stepped out of line, well maybe you did in their eyes, whether it's dating the boy over half the girl population adores or just trying to live your life with whoever you like, you go and find a boyfriend who will accept you for who you are, well to be honest we all know why they say that but newsflash: no one is ever happy.

 

That’s how it always is, The Boy, The Hot Jerk, whatever you want to call him ,who is a jock(most likely), or maybe the hot broody bad boy who no one can get close to, maybe a cute nerd who somehow looks totally innocent with all those text books hiding his adorable face but i bet you he is anything but, the sweet musician who captured your heart because he dedicates a song to you...shall i go on?

 

That boy, that mistake who has an obscene amount of girls swooning over him, somehow manages to catch you, your eyes, your heart, and your mind, and he then proceeds to consume it taking over and dominating you.

 

You may be a quiet girl or a popular one- it doesn't matter because nine times out of ten, no matter you status you will get cheated on, i guarantee it, they all start out perfect ,but slowly they become the one thing you wished you never met. Well I’m not like any of those girls, I am not anything like that, I hate labels, and most of all i hate hot jerks. If you touch me, or even glance my way, you’re as good as dead.

 

trusttrʌst/noun

1.firm belief in the reliability, truth, or ability of someone or something.

 

Trust(Aurora's Definition)-A sacred value which you should never give anyone, ever. They will always find a way to sneak in and grab your trust with both hands, You end up giving them a bit of lee way and they run ahead 50 mph ,I should know firsthand, i gave my trust out to those who i once love and look how messed up i am. You end up lonely, defenceless and anyone can take advantage of you. Never give trust out and always watch your back, never trust anyone, period.

 

Chapter 1:Aurora

 Shit happens. Life is full of ups and downs, isn't that what everyone says? Well let’s just say karma came my way and for me, there were mostly downs throughout my entire childhood life. There have been a lot of events in my life that made me the way I am today. That once careless, confident young girl disappeared along with my confidence, trust and self-esteem.

 

There's a certain reason why I don't trust men, boys, anyone who is of the opposite gender. They always end up letting you down, even if they don't mean it somehow they just end up dropping you and leaving. Whether it's for another woman, a family they left behind or just their own issues. Somehow it always comes back to the old bullshit story , it's not you, it's me crap. Trust me when I say this, the word "event" can sum up my past experiences as some of the shit that has happened to me has broken me and the people around me, i say this because I am not that type of dramatic drama queen at all, those things had made me like this; never making eye contact towards anyone, never smiling just because, there was nothing in my life was worth smiling for any more. The worst of it? The physical contact, mostly from men, as whenever they saw girls alone they would surround and pounce on them as if they were wolves fighting over meat, and, yes they were that bad it made me physically sick even if I thought about it. But I had to endure that even though they knew I had a lot of issues, they still tortured and tormented me so as to see if I reacted and to get a quick feel of my body, it was as if I had sold my body to them so they could do what they pleased.

 

I was anxious almost everyday, waiting on something to happen, anything really so i could relieve the stress and be at ease. The inner turmoil of my thoughts had grown so large to the point that it tended to drown out anything that ran through my mind, i became forgetful, my presence seeming absent and lost. I often wandered around college just thinking to myself, no watching where i was going, and more than often people threw abuse at me, telling me to watch where i was going, they had labelled me a freak at college, the girls seemingly didn't know or didn't care that i was a friend or had any relations to Lumi, otherwise they wouldn't treat me the way they did. Lumi mostly worried for my health, he got angry that i wasn't taking care of myself and had noticed that i was becoming thinner and weaker, my body deteriorating as days slowly passed. i couldn't blame him though, what other explanation was there for my rapid decrease in weight? Maybe he thought i was like other girls in that way, and i was trying to look stick thin, however in my opinion, i thought it to be highly sickening and unattractive. My anger grew, as did my thoughts on Lumi, maybe he thought i was vying for his attention like a stupid, lovesick teenager. I remember for that entire day,i ignored him, walking around the shop which was harder than i thought with his presence blocking me, he seemed to have this control over me which i hated with a passion. I hated how he thought he had control over me, and that he could do as he pleased, he was a player and a jerk at that. But somehow i ended up caring about him.

 

 Some days, he would joke that i was like a second mother to him. If i didn't live the way i did, if i was another girl with an almost perfect life, just worrying about college and boys and clothes i would laugh at his crappy attempts to make me laugh. But instead, i seemed to recall how i ended up with no mother and yet i attained caring qualities, i didn't deserve anything, least of all to be called motherly. After all who did i get that quality off, my mom was literally non existent so the last word i would associate myself with was a motherly .

 

From the outside I may have looked like a a pretty girl who vied for attention, but I knew I wasn't. They took one glance at me and made assumptions. I hated every day of it. Assumptions were just a shitty excuse and go-ahead to judge someone. Some people called me bitchy and vain but that was mostly because of my looks, but sometimes I envied other girls and wished I looked average, even though I was far from it, my looks were a painful reminder of my past. The walls I had built around me just told me to ignore the whispers and rumours that spread like wildfire most of which involved me. How do I know this? Well even though they were talking about me their voices were so loud and clear they might of well have said it to my face, but none of them did. I just ignored them. They knew I could take them, however I kept my cool and carried on just, for fear of being noticed. That's what trust did to you; it destroyed you, ebbed at your soul until there was nothing special, no spark inside you left.

 

The things i had learnt helped me through the hard times. I didn't answer back to no one, I had learnt from the previous year I had arrived here, never to answer back unless you wanted a good, hard beating. This was the extreme measures you had to go to, so you can get by and survive in this fucked up world, well you had to learn to keep your mouth shut unless you prefer to die. You see those things on TV ,especially where I live now in Phoenix, most people wouldn’t last a week here without getting hurt badly, but my past was ten times worse than shit here. There are lives lost everyday mostly due to gangs roaming the streets looking for trouble, just to gain a inch of respect, the only way to do that here was killing someone. But you wouldn't say anything to them otherwise they would beat the living daylights out of you. And no there weren't any equal gender rights here, no one cared. I may have looked like a model according to most men but then I was average, nothing special. To many, I actually looked like a weird girl, slowly walking down the street, i ended up many times thinking to myself, about what my life would have been like if i had a family, a stable home, a normal life it may have seemed strange to others, considering what i had been through but I wanted a education, kids a husband as well, one day in the near distant future.

 

No matter how many times they continued to beat me up, I kept reminding myself I would get out of this hell hole soon. Just me. Not Lumi, he would be happy if i gave him my shop, after all materialistic things made the world go round. I however, wanted a normal life but I guess it didn't work out. No one cared back then neither, they just watched on not a care in the world, unlike me. They saw how other kids treated me but just watched on. I knew what they were thinking, every single one of them-‘Poor girl look at her standing taking that shit in, not fighting back.’ but did they do anything? No they didn't, it was all about the looks and popularity back then, if you hung out with a girl who resembled a Goth, your status might have been shoved out the window. I just kept to myself, I was shy then but realizing no one wanted to be friends with me , my whole self confidence disappeared.

 

People tend to leave me alone as I practically had SELF-HARMER GIRL tattooed to my forehead. No one wants to get involved in your shit, not then and definitely not now, because people are going to be chasing after either two things your money or your blood and let’s face it either way you’re going to die. So to survive you got keep your head down and stay away from any shit. That’s what I've been doing for most of my life. Well that’s what I needed to do to stay alive, otherwise some shit is going to go down. If you thinking that the police are going to help you are so wrong, they don’t do fuck all. They are afraid. Most of them get killed if they come within a meter of any of the gangs, they got eyes everywhere, no- one’s safe it doesn't matter if it’s day or night they always going to be watching like predators watching their preys. My name is Aurora Jacobs and I am 18 years of age. I am have recently started my week at Phoenix State College studying

Psychology whilst Lumi minds the store, but on weekends I work full time, but i prefer that, keeping my mind off things because I tend to daydream a lot. Lumi once said to me that i wasn't like normal girls, after that i struggled to see what was wrong with me, always finding flaws; maybe he thought i was too boring, too quiet, maybe i wasn't attractive enough for him?

 

Myself and Lumi are both partners in Aurora's Haven, he knows that after i turn 18 i can legally own Aurora's Haven. We decided to co-own it(well he owns it, but i still decided the majority of stuff and he inputs ideas so we can get more people coming through the doors of the shop)and there would be some sort of stable income for us to live off. He is the only person I have ever trusted with my shop is my entire life and I don't want anyone or anything to destroy that. The shop is the only thing where i have ever belonged, the only thing that is mine. Whenever I go to college, girls stare at me with envy, they despise me, for whatever reason, i do not know. Boys on the other hand, drool after me everywhere I go as if they are attracted to me but in total honesty, I want someone who loves me not only for my looks but for my personality and flaws as well. I am not a vain person on the inside but on the outside I may look life I am. Looks can be deceiving. And i am perceived in the wrong way.

 

Black soft hair falls to my waist, a further reminder of how my mother, yet again was my blood, the only reminder I had of her was my existence. Lumi, constantly reminds me how beautiful i look, he doesn't know how much i cringe at those words, he shouldn't even think those words, i disgust myself. i hate how i am almost a twin of my mother, well the pictures that i had kept when i was past care homes. The only difference was that smile ebbed on her face,almost as if someone had stolen the joker's grin. To this day i frustrate myself thinking why, why did she smile when she had nothing worth smiling for, she constantly reminded me when i was younger that i was the devil's spawn, whenever i protested she hit me full force. i came to the conclusion, that she lied, she was the evil one, she wrecked my life, but i ended up never smiling, she destroyed me along with other people, but she ended up being the main culprit. I hated looking in the mirror, and seeing her face on my body. I had strangely enough, pale green eyes unlike hers which were a deep blue, it contrasted somewhat nicely with my dark hair I obtained a relatively large cleavage which i loathed, i hated drawing male attention to anything below my head, if that,in comparison to my waist which was smaller, but I hated how my hips flared out and ran down into my long toned legs ,according to my one and only friend Lumi who is 20,and is a tattoo artist, and a great one at it too ,he helps me at my shop-Aurora's Haven, whenever I’m not there. And before you say anything, no we are not in a relationship. He's hot, that i will admit but even his inky black hair and smouldering brown eyes, he had bad boy written all over him, his arms are covered in colourful tattoos, a further,flashing warning that we would not be compatible in any shape or form though his façade doesn't fool me,i don't want him to leave me, but i think it would be better if he did, that way there would be no pain caused from the lies and betrayal on both ends. I know Lumi hides stuff from me, i can't say that doesn't hurt me, because i have secrets too, that I’m not willing to give up to anyone.  can see through him, the hurt and pain he has gone through. Because in reality we are anything but boyfriend and girlfriend, we are more like siblings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aurora:The Dove(5 years ago)

It all started that day; I will never forgive my parents, leaving me like that. Leaving me, so that they could carry on with their lives without a devil child in the picture. i wondered why did she conceive me, only to put me through hell and back. Hadn't the woman heard of contraception?They put me in care and ,after a year or so of utter hell with other kids in there i finally got adopted. I was grateful for the freedom, a chance out.

 

A man called Jason took me home with him. After a while after i began to settle in, i noticed very subtle changes, almost as if his whole demeanour had changed over a short period of time. After the care workers had visited, and deemed the Jason was a fit foster parent and would be great with me. The gentle looks turned into pervy leers as i slowly grew up, he made me physically sick every time I even looked at him. Even when I met him for the first time I saw through his lies; about his promise to make me feel welcome and safe, I was anything but those things for as long as I stayed in that house alone with him.

 

From the outside he just looked like a average aged man with slowly greying hair and kind soft eyes which glistened with delight when he first met me at my old care home. I thought I was special in those moments when he came across me it seemed as if he had found what he was searching for, to him I wasn't a person with emotions I was a object, a plaything. I way so stupid, so naïve then thinking after my parents left I could just carry on thinking no one would harm me, abuse me just because I was a young child and they knew I wouldn't fight back I would just take their physical and verbal abuse.

 

Little did I know I was wrong about Jason, he was dangerous, a person not to be messed with without getting hurt, maybe even getting killed. As i grew taller and my feature grew more defined i seemed to see how angry he got, how he would keep his anger in, only to lash out at me with such a force I was left unconscious most of the time, I thought it was better that way so I couldn’t feel the things he did to me I was just left with the marks to prove his disgusting actions to me. But I never showed anyone, because if I did they would turn away and shake their heads at me thinking I was a spoilt brat who lied all the time and the only way to get some attention from people was to hurt herself. Those eyes I thought were filled with kindness were filled with no emotions only malice and evil to do disgusting stuff to me regardless of laws he broke, he didn't care.

 

I remember that night I came home so freshly in my mind, I had barely been there even a couple of hours. As soon as I came through the door with my tattered backpack full of clothes, he slammed the door shut and bolted it. My mind had been emptied of all emotions, I felt soulless. This had happened before with my father before he died, he would constantly abuse me whilst my mother laughed in my face joining in with the torture, they abused me, and make me stay silent. He would hurt me below my shoulders on my body, scattering them with cuts and bruises that no one paid attention to, not even my mother; not that she cared anyway. But I knew that it was wrong ,but I just let them do it. After that night with Jason my step-dad he chucked me in my room naked and swollen, covered yet again with cuts and bruises from a knife he kept in his room. But I knew all those bruises would fade over time, all but one. The same one, would never disappear was the same place my father kicked my hard, the same place I had a birthmark. That memory would be stained in my mind, never forgotten.

 

Soon after my fourteenth birthday i decided to do something to cover that memory of that night. I then decided i would get a part time job at the corner job to save up to get a tattoo to cover that birthmark, that horrid time in my life. I eventually had enough money to get it but i just had to do it during school time, as Jason watched my every move and never let me out if the house, not even to my friends. The only time i was free was during school ,that was when I would get my tattoo .

 

I remember the exact day as I walked into the tattoo shop, I breathed a deep sigh of relief as I watched a young women walk through to the front near the counter. For some reason I knew she would understand. With her bright red hair resembling a flame and kind brown eyes ,she was pretty to me. Her arms were filled with tattoos all colourful and beautiful like her. On her shoulder I noticed some text, as I peered closer I say the words-FORGIVE BUT DON’T FORGET. In my mind that was the go ahead to never forgive Jason,however i would never forget him either. I walked up to the counter as she looked my way straight into my eyes ,she looked angry, maybe she was used to young teenagers wanting to get tattoos, but then, something in her entire demeanour changed then as she looked again and really noticed me her eyes changed emotions as she looked as she almost knew why i came. She couldn't know could she? i thought to myself. She smiled gently almost as if she thought myself to be afraid.“So what type of tattoo would you like?” she asked gently as she knew I was hiding my reason.“A dove on my hip please” I said shyly as I lowered my eyes thinking she would not allow it as she could see through me, and possibly knew my age. I rolled the side of my top up and the top half of my jeans down so she could start she said to me “Very well, I can see your not one of those slutty girls who are doing it to show off, you have a valid reason for getting a tattoo” she grinned as she peered curiously at the small sketch I had given her of my design. She smiled, as if approving then getting the needle into the machine as she started to gently apply pressure to the side of my hip and I felt as distinct pinching as she proceeded to draw onto my skin. One it was finished she put cream on it and gave me a pack of wipes to take home. I smiled silently to myself. My dove had a meaning that no-one else would find out. It was protection and safety. It wasn't a normal white or colourless dove,it was a vivid blue that could be seen from a mile off with bold, italic text that read underneath 'Protection’. That day I ran away from my so called foster home.

 

Ch 2:Caspian

Today was the move. Finality hung over me like a thick velvet drape threatening to suffocate me. We were moving. Out of here, out of the house that me, mom and dad had lived in since they were married over 20 years ago, 18 of which i had lived here. The past memories floated around the room, my room which was bare from the posters and bright paint which labelled my room as mine. Emptiness clouded me as my eyes watered. Damn. I would not cry. God, mom i miss you so much i think to myself. I hated the person I had become. I was bitter and partnered with good looks I was the perfect jerk to most people. It wasn't true what most people said about hot guys ,so to speak, I didn't hang around at parties, I didn't talk much, however one thing was correct, I loved to use girls. I admit it, I hated their whiny brainless voices, and their clingy attitudes, I mean if you want to do that go into a forest with the other koalas, I’m sure you'd fit in perfectly with them all. See, I was a dickhead, even the people in my pack told me that numerous times. Yes, I used girls, but what was the harm in it, I was just doing the same thing that they would do to me sooner or late., I had that control, I craved it. For most of my life up until now I had no control what so ever, when my mom died, when my dad found another woman, when he moved us into this shit hole. But that would change now, I was back with a vengeance. College was starting in a couple of days and dad had enrolled me into one of the local colleges. It was a damn crap hole, but it would be good to see what was going on around here. The mysterious killings had everyone curious about who was behind this and why. That's why we were here.

 

 

 

“Caspian! Where are you ,we are ready to go now!” my sister Malli screeched to me. I hated my family sometimes.I hated that i had to call Mallie and her stupid mom my family, they didn't belong here at all. Not because we were embarrassing because we weren't, we barely communicated with humans or any other species for that matter. Father had told me that you mustn’t talk to others who are lower than you, but I never talked to anyone at all, well apart from my family,i don't think  that rule applies to me. I have trust issues before you say anything; I’m not one of those boys who think they know it all and prance around like kids to attract girls. I knew I wasn’t hot; some girls might call me model like with my coal black hair and bright green eyes I had inherited from my father so it has been said by my relatives.

 

 "Stupid Cow, always pissing me off with her loud voice, if she takes after her mother, i can't blame her” I muttered under my breath. The truth was Malli wasn’t my real biological sister ,she was my step sister and i hated her with a passion merely because she was a twin of her mother and i hated her to. I swear Malli has a crush on me even though me being 18 and her 16 doesn't affect her decisions she will always be immature, i mean who would fancy their half-brother? . After my mother had died from a enemy attack from The Wood Cresent Pack, I vowed to myself I would get revenge and nothing would stop me. After a year or so my father has found a replacement of my mother, the only thing wrong with this was she was a human and yet another year later they decided to have a baby. The main reason that I didn’t like Cassandra(my step mother) was that she just waltzed into our lives, well mine anyway. She was the exact opposite of my mother, well my mother was a werewolf yes you heard me right a werewolf but not the kind that pull people to pieces with their huge teeth and wait to pounce on innocent kids. No. We were nothing like that at all. Anyway back to Cassandra, the reason I hated her was of two reasons mainly neither of which I decided to tell my father otherwise he might kick me out of the pack. One was she was slutty, to the extreme and I’m not exaggerating she had a tan every week and she looked like a tangerine she was that orange. Well my father seemed oblivious of the real reason and that was that she had tried to kiss me once, and not a motherly kiss on the check. It was a full on french kiss and she tried to give me a hickey as well. Now you can see why i hate my family. Even though she has wormed her way into my father's heart she will never replace my mother because there is one thing my father didn't tell her. One secret he hasn't shared. We are werewolves.

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Malli decided it would be funny to sleep on me. I mean I know a thing called brotherly love, but she isn't my sister so I want nothing to do with her. I especially don't want her touching me. I always did have a problem with people touching me.

“Arrogant Bastard” she said as I pushed her off me.

“Malli, just leave me he fuck alone and stop pissing me off” I shouted.

She looked up at me and tried to attempt to give me puppy dog eyes as tears leaked down her face which was covered in foundation and her eyes smeared with mascara. I laughed quietly as I thought of how she resembled a panda.

“What?” she asked angrily as she tried to wipe her tears.

“Look in the mirror and you’ll see what I'm laughing at” I whispered.

She picked her back up off the car floor and pulled her compact mirror out. She screamed within a second and thumped me. Bitch! Who does she think she is, she is just a lowly human who you could kill in a instant, make her pay for her actions! My wolf Ezra growled. Suddenly I felt my canines elongated and my vision become a lot clearer as my pupils dilated.

“Not now Ezra” I whispered to him.

“What did you say Caspian?” Malli asked after furiously scrubbing at her eyes and leaving them looking very sore. Shit. Did I say that out loud?

"Nothing, just stop annoying me okay?" i said as i gazed out of the window.

In my peripheral vision i saw my father turn around and give me a look that said stop it Caspian otherwise you'll be punished. I sighed then got my Iphone 5 and scrolled down my playlist. Just then she seemed to notice i wasn't messing around as i felt my whole body shake with anger. Her eyes widened in surprise as i growled lowly. I put my earphones in and turned towards the window ,whilst closing my eyes. We own it drowned out the annoying sounds of Malli whining.

 

Even if I've got three strikes,

Ima go for it,

This moment,we own it

And I'm not to be played with

Because it can get dangerous

See these people I ride with

This moment, we own it.

 

I smiled to myself as i fell asleep.

 

Ch 3:Aurora

  

 I have heard that there are supposed to be a new family moving in today at the end of my street. I hope there is someone around my age that I can make friends with as even though I have Lumi, It wasn’t a friend of the same gender who understands what I go through.

 

I moan in agony as my tummy rumbles. Hunger overcomes me as I pull the covers up over my shivering body and roll over to my side to see what time it is.

“Shit, stupid clock I need some more batteries for that” I murmured to myself. I heard a rumbling laughter behind the door. Jerkface. Ughh! i couldn't deal with Lumi sometime, he was like a immature child. I hated the way he always looked so fresh in the morning, i was practically a walking zombie.

 

“Lumi!” I yell at the top of my voice hoping he would hear me as I really cannot be bothered to go walk to his room. Yes, you heard me right me and Lumi share a house and ,no we do not sleep together. I don’t want to be classed as a whore just because I share a room with my friend. It is pretty nice sharing house with Lumi because even though he’s a boy and I am a girl. It’s not like i had anything against girls, after all i was one. But like Scout from To Kill A Mockingbird, I could relate, women were too complicated, but men were simple. I liked that about Lumi, he was carefree but understanding of my situation. I never tried to make any friends whom were girls, just because they wouldn't understand anything. I always thought of myself to be more tomboy than a prissy, perfect girl that everyone thought me to be.

 

“Yeah Rora?”  He asked and he came into my room ,yawning and looking well…hot as usual. I mean don’t get me wrong, there are times when I look at Lumi and wonder how the hell is he sharing a house with me? He could basically have any girl in Phoenix and ,he decided to choose me. Sometimes I think it was out of his good nature and because he felt sorry for me but other times I see the love he has for me in his eyes. The love I have never returned to him , i pretended it was sibling love he felt for me, he was just confused, but her was a man, i don't think i would ever cope with being hurt gain so i ignored my silly girl crushes, I feel so scared of him turning away and leaving me alone again, just like everyone else has done to me. I think I was staring at him for far too long as I saw him grinning like a mad man. It was only then I noticed he was strong, like he must work out at least three times a week to get muscles like that. He had a pale smooth chest with no chest hair, thank god and muscled arms that looked strong enough to pick me up. Just then that thought ran through my mind. Lumi wrapping his arms around my waist whilst leaning in to kiss m… no how could I think thoughts like that. I shook my head as I came back into reality and lowered my eyes at my disgusting actions.

 

Slut! Whore! Bitch!

 

What those girls said are true I am a slut. i felt my cheeks burning and my body shaking in anger at myself. I am practically looking for trouble if I carry on like this, I told myself. my nerves were all jumbled up inside.

“I need to know the time Lumi” i murmured quietly.

“Hey it’s okay your allowed to look you know it’s not a crime” He smiled as I watched him walk over to me and gently lifted my chin so he could look at my face. I waited for his answer desperately thinking of anything to say. This was the first time something like this had happened, I didn’t like what was happening, it was too awkward between us. I knew if i took this thing between us further, the trust i gave him would be gone.

“Hey Aurora, aren’t you going to be late opening the shop it’s half eight already”He  said whilst looking at his watch. That’s why he was different compared to the other men, he knew when to drop it, he knew how i felt about this.

 

“Shit! Lumi do you think you can open up today instead of me?” I pleaded as I jumped out of my covers and he  came face to face with me in very short pyjama shorts and a white lace camisole. He laughed nervously as he looked down all of a sudden fidgeting with his watch,i blushed as i silently cursed at myself, i didn’t blame him, after all he was a man.

 

“Um… can you go so I can get ready?” I pleaded embarrassed of my lack clothes. i fidgeted whilst he decided on what he was going to do. he knew how i hated it, impatience was one of my many traits.

 

“Yeah sure I’ll see you in five” He knowing full well i wasn’t like other girls it only took me five minutes to get changed, but i hated it at the same time,  i hated how close he had gotten to me, how well he knew me. I needed distance but he wouldn't give it to me. sometimes i felt trapped and i hated it, but i never had the heart to tell him that i needed space, he wouldn't understand. i just gritted my teeth and endured it.

 

I grabbed some faded skinny jeans and a plain tee along with my black hoody and put them on ,hoping it would be a calm,praying that it would be a calm day at the shop.

 

 

Ch 4:Lumi

 Secrets. Everyone has them. Even though Aurora's seems to think she knows me inside out, she doesn't. It's true i had a rough past, but not because of the reason i told her.

 

To her I am a teenage boy who is different. At first she didn't think that. she's told me when we did get into arguments, that i was a jerk. she thinks all me are jerks, but agree with her. Why might you ask that she sees me in a different light compared to other boys in the town? Well for one I can keep it in my pants, unlike those bastards. I see the way they look at her with hunger and desire in their eyes, as if she is a deer and they are lions waiting to pounce on her and devour her to pieces. My beautiful Aurora. I love her with all my heart but I do not think she loves me back, I see the way she laughs at my jokes the way she has a dimple on her right cheek whenever she laughs. I see the way she knows when I feel angry or sad, she will try to make me smile, and no matter what I do smile. Because of her, Aurora will always have a place in my heart and no matter what I will try to win her over and make her see I am her soul mate, her other half. It hurts knowing that i cannot tell her my darkest secret, but i know it will wreck our friendship and she will flee in fear of what i am. She knows i am inhumanely handsome, but i do not say that because i am conceited, i am from it. I am not human; I am a vampire from one of the oldest clans in the world The Thorned Roses.

You may also be wondering if i was turned but, no i am a rare original clan member and i am over 700 years old to be precise. But this is not the reason Aurora will run. It will be because she will find out i drink human blood and will be scared she will be next in line. But she is different to me, not just another meal. With her beautiful black hair that cascades down her slender body and glistening green eyes, a body of perfection and a sweet melodious voice she is heaven to me. I would never allow myself to lose control because i would not want to lose her. I know she has never showed her body to me, she has always covered herself up in case of prying eyes. She has never shown me her tattoo, but one night when she was working late at the shop I decided to snoop I know it was wrong of me but i did it anyway. Anyway she came back quicker than I expected and went up to her room, to get changed. I ran into the closet which I knew she never used and left it open a slit. I watched in awe as she came in and stripped off all her clothes. There and then I decided I had fallen for her. I watched as she pulled of her jeans and my eyes fell upon a large bright, blue dove. It was place on the side of her hip and ran down to her middle of her thigh. I saw the bold italic word “Protection” underneath in italic. I squinted my eyes in confusion wondering why she never showed me it, Aurora told me near enough everything.

 

To other vampires i may be a clan member, but in their eyes i am a traitor. I ran from my life as a vampire. I wanted to escape, to find another new life, new people. It is true i have not been in contact with them but i will always be one of them deep down. It is in my nature to drink human blood.

 

I have heard that there are supposed to be a new family moving in today at the end our street. I hope that if they are powerful like me they will smell my scent and know that they should stay away from Aurora if they do not want to get hurt. I would die to protect her.

 

“Lumi!” Aurora yells at the top of her voice hoping i would hear her as knowing her she probably cannot be bothered to go walk to my room. 

 

“Yeah Rora?”  I ask as I came into her room yawning and looking well…tired to her. I watched as she slowly drank in my bare chest and muscular arms. I grinned whilst she carried on staring, oblivious of me watching her every move.

After about ten more seconds of staring, she snapped out of her dreamlike state and gasped aloud.

“What?” I asked whilst looking at her in the eye. Suddenly she looked down ashamed she had looked at me that way. But secretly I was glad.

“I need to know the time Caspian” she murmured quietly, almost so quiet I could not hear her speak.

“Hey it’s okay your allowed to look you know it’s not a crime” I smiled as I walked over to her and gently lifted her chin so she could look at my face. I waited for her answer desperately thinking of anything to say. This was the first time something like this had happened, I didn’t like what was happening it was to awkward to silent.

“Hey Aurora, aren’t you going to be late opening up, it’s half eight already” I said whilst looking at my watch on my wrist.

“Shit! Lumi do you think you can open the shop up?” she pleaded as she jumped out of her covers and I came face to face with her in very short pyjama shorts and a white lace camisole. She laughed nervously as only then did she realize that what she was wearing turned me on so much I had to put my hands in front of my bulge to hide it. I hated what she did to me these attractions were becoming more obvious and i didn’t want her to notice because then she would think i was as bad as those others men. But i couldn’t help staring at her in all her natural beauty and not think those thoughts, even her clothing that she wore to go to sleep in left little to the imagination.

“Um… can you go so I can get ready?” she pleaded embarrassed of her clothes.

“Yeah sure I’ll see you in five”  I said knowing full well she wasn’t like other girls it only took her five minutes to get changed as she didn’t bother with that make up crap most girls wore on their faces, she looked amazing without it.

I breathed deeply as i went outside the room and left her to get changed.

Ch 5:Caspian

 

Anger still flamed inside me, waiting to be let out, we had finally arrived at our new house. I was mad at Mallie and Cassandra partly, for the fact that they destroyed our old lives; nothing was the same as it used to be. Mostly though I was mad at my father, at how quickly he had created a new life not for himself but for me too, the funny thing is he just assumed I would like moving to Phoenix, away from my mother’s grave in our old town, he assumed I wanted to start at a different college instead of the one I had initially had in my mind, he also assumed that I would like having a new family- but I didn’t and that was the truth but he would never know that. On the outside I may look fine, happy even but on the inside I felt destroyed and void of emotion.

 

As we reached closer to the house I noticed figures standing by the front , they were unfamiliar; I couldn’t tell who they were as they had their backs to me. I really would not be surprised if they were drug dealers as we were in the run-down town of Phoenix, it was practically crime central. I growled lowly to my father, making sure that he was aware of the fact that we may be in danger. I found it kind of amusing that we are at out new house and there is a possible chance that we may be killed, that s if we were normal humans. But I knew for a certain fact they could not take us, I alone could kill up to four people. I was one of the fiercest wolves, with black fur as dark as midnight, a seven foot high body packed with mostly muscle, canines that could kill with a single bite as they were longer than my index finger and bright blue eyes, I was the definition of dangerous, every one knew not to hang about me when I was mad. After my mother had died my whole demeanour changed, I had become cruel and heartless to girls but apparently they wanted me more, all competing to become a girlfriend to me. The only thing I used girls for was sex and even then I blurred their faces out, imagining it was my mate and thinking of the possible appearance she may possess. For my mate I would change everything, I would die for her. Whatever she was, even if she was another being apart from werewolf I would try to love her even if it was forbidden.

 

I growled lowly again to my father, angry this time at him ignoring me, like I was a pest to him.

“Caspian, you need to calm down, Cassandra is growing frustrated of your behaviour, and besides I know who these people are” He said anger tinged in his voice.Who were these people, and why didn't i know them?

 

“Oh I forgot, as long as slutty Cassandra gets what she wants it’s okay, it doesn’t matter about me your only son, I don’t even know why you find this amusing, she and her daughter make me sick, you have become so careless since you met that rat” I growled totally pissed off now.

 

“Caspian, I know you're Alpha now, but have you forgotten that I am your father, so I suggest you treat me with respect. Just because your mother has gone it does not mean I have forgotten her or that I have forgotten about you for that matter as well” He stated as sadness entered his voice. I felt bad for about a couple of seconds, trying to imagine how he felt but then again he had Cassandra, my anger returned to me.

 

“If you haven’t forgotten her, why the hell did you replace her with a slutty whore, she only wants your money and a place to live. If you had died, mom wouldn’t have got a husband or even looked at any man in the time period you have. Fuck sake Dad! Mom was you soul mate, your other half, so why the hell are you doing this? I questioned him.

 

“Caspian don’t you dare say that” he growled viciously. Whenever I talked about mom’s feeling and about them being mates it got turned into a heated argument.

It caught my attention that whenever I called Cassandra a slut, a bitch, whore he didn’t really care. I knew that she was a toy to him, nothing special but seeing them together, laughing, it was as if mom never existed.

 

Ch 6-Aurora

 

There wasn't a single night that went by where i slept peacefully. There wasn't a night when i didn't have that nightmare.

 

People chasing me, trying in any way possible to capture and kill me, regardless of their own lives that they also put at risk. It was repeated every single night, the torment, the bloodshed. I was plagued with insomnia more than often, trying to stay awake in case i was put through that same fear again. There was always a vicious voice in my head, trying to drive me the edge of insanity. i should have been used to it by now, i should have become less afraid every single time i was put in that same situation, but it almost felt like a test, there always seems to be that sense of finality and doom impending on me, that's how it felt. As if i was preparing for a moment in time, where i would be face to face with my demons. But i knew it was just a dream in reality. I kept the nightmares to myself, for fer of Lumi, either laughing it off, which i knew he would probably do because most of the time he seemed so carefree and not serious at all, or the other option would be sending me straight to the mental hospital, to get checked out. I had been there enough with my mother, and it was definitely something I’d rather not face again. The prodding, jabbing and unnecessary tests which were almost made to make you feel pain, just so that they had a reason to send you off. I was treated like a lab rat, the memories were singed into my mind, it was too painful to go through again, and i didn't feel as if i was going insane, although who was i to say that?

 

I hated falling asleep, and when i did, it was almost hazy, as if i had been drugged, i wasn't ever able to remember the stuff that came before the time when i drifted off. it was like i had forgotten the entire day. Lumi would make fun of me, as i was constantly forgetful, though i never told him the reason behind it, i just plastered a fake jokey smile on my face, hoping he would never find out. He was so perfect and handsome, he was bound to judge me. I wasn’t like him, i had far more baggage than an airport and most of it was to painful to share.

 

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Oh God! i think to my self, as bile rises in my throat, it's been happening since i had left Jason's house, but it seems to be getting worse. Sometimes there's blood in my vomit and it scares me so much, but i deserve it. I'm the devil's spawn as my mother would say. I await the darkness which will soon cloud over my eyes, but it doesn't come, he wants me to suffer i think to myself. I writhe uncontrollably on my bed, grasping at the sheets as i slowly chock. I try to spit out whatever is clogging my throat, but it feels stuck there. Gagging myself, relieves a small amount of breathe, just enough so that i can make a small sound, praying someone will hear me.

"Lum..." I went to scream for Lumi, and was instead faced with utter darkness.

 

Aurora-The Dream

I'm running barefoot through the night, the cold nips at my skin and causes goosebumps to appear. the woods are very dangerous at night, but that doesn't faze me, because I carry on running for fear of being caught. By him. Darkness falls over the dreary sky and I am faced yet again with evil. I stop just for a moment, to try and place my surroundings and see where I am, but it fails to provided me with the answer.

 

"Run little girl, before i catch you" the voice taunts only a few steps behind. my breath deepens and i am on the verge of a heart attack. Not again, i thought to myself, not in this moment, please i plead with myself, as i try to shake my body awake as my body starts to shut down.

 

Numbness comes over me as steps retreat back into the darkness, yet again. i breathe a sigh of relief. It's too soon. Where is he? 

 

Manic laughters booms in the air, the echoes vibrating off the trees in the cooling air. my breaths come in short pants as i back further in to the woods, retreating.

 

"Where are you my sweet, beautiful girl? he calls his voice becoming clearer, closer almost as if he is right behind me.

 

"You have grown since i have last seen you, you just look mmm...Delightfully edible" he groans to himself.

Bile rises in my throat, the urge to throw up becoming stronger. He fed off my fear, and my hate for him. I would never be his, for as long as i lived. I hated him with all my heart. He killed my soul and left me bare, completely emotionless for the whole world to see. I hated how vulnerable he made me. He destroyed the sacred part of me that no one got to see. the bright, pretty and enthusiastic girl was gone once again.

 

"Help!' i screamed at no one in particular. my efforts a wasted breath, as no one would reply, they never did. Yet again i was transferred out of the forest and into a dark room. My room, he called it. The smell of mould grew and the stench became almost sickening, the smell entering my throat, almost purposefully, a torture of it's own. Maybe it was to get me ready for what was to come, when he walked through that door right in front of me. i knew he would, i knew his every move, but somehow that made me weaker, more stupid as i still could not do anything to get out of this lurid dream.

 

Chains bit into my wrists, the vices cutting off all of my blood supply, the pain becoming unbearable as my wrists were quickly becoming a beautiful shade of purple from the lack of circulation. it sickened me to see how i, myself seemed to be making light of this situation, it showed how twisted i really was in reality. He did this to me, hew brought out the side, that i willed with all my heart to disappear.

 

"Please let me go, i'll do anything" i pleaded as tears ran down my cheeks, the dust and soot from the room clouding my vision. i hated this part. he would walk in and history would repeat itself, yet again. He would slap me around for a bit, and then kill me; that was the part i dreaded, the impending death, i hated knowing his every step and i was ready for his deadly strikes.

 

"Well...Miss Aurora, it's been so long since we last met, you have grown i see" he purred in delight at this revelation, even though it seems like i saw him only yesterday. His beady eyes, once filled with kindness had another sickening motive as, they slowly raked down my fragile form, hunched over and pinned against the wall, like a sacrifice. His eyes dared me to say something, anything at all, he loved when he had a reason to hit me full force. The room became even smaller if that was possible, the cold spreading over me like a ice blanket whilst he carried on taunting me with his sickening looks.

 

"Oh...God...no please, leave me alone...please" as the last word left my mouth, my body seemed to shut down, a automatic response when awaiting his move,I closed my eyes as tears ran down my face. i hated how weak i was, and how i has shown him my weakness.

 

"You are sadistic bastard... you will never change, just let me go..." i pleaded in a trembling whisper as he came closer. i gasped in sudden pain as something pierced into me, why didn't i know that he was going to do this i thought to myself. My body felt like it had rejected me, a traitor, obeying his every order. I felt him behind me, as i gagged at the disgusting feel. His touch, all to familiar to my broken body. He had broke me once, and the cruel glare, bordering on killing me itself told me all i needed to know. My time had come. I closed my eyes and sent a quiet prayer in my mind to God, telling him i was sorry for all my mistakes and sins i had committed.

 

"Jas...." i spluttered, chocking on my blood as he cut into me.

Ch 7:Caspian

My new home is wearing me thin already, it's only been a couple of days.I sit in the chair opposite the window and glare. I glare for about ten minutes until my eyes start to go funny.That's what this house made me do. From the outside it looked all homely, but that's how dad wanted it to look, but on the inside it was cold and lonely, it reflected mallie and her mom's taste-cheap and tacky, it suited them to a T but me, i felt like i didn't belong. I wanted to bolt, run anywhere and everywhere, i needed to get away from this place, from them.I normally block out everything since we moved around  so much, but this time it feels different and, i hate it. I have always had a hard time adjusting to new things after mom passed and i think that was partly because Mallie and her mom popped up into the picture. I hated how this time, there seemed to be a sense of finality about the move, it was more permanent, but I wished it wasn't. From here it was over a 5 hour drive to mom's grave, they moved me from the only sense of normality I had. Since I had finished my senior year , I was going to college, sadly. Phoenix wasn't great, simply for the fact that crime and gangs dragged it down, it was practically a hell hole. There was another more important reason why we moved here and that was because there was a large majority of the population near to the house we were occupying which were the opposition. Vampires and werewolves spread over the area, like the plague killing and drawing blood form any living thing they could reach.

 

 It saddened me that there were so many innocent people being killed and we didn't arrive in time to save them all. I know future Alphas were meant to be strong and not wear their hearts on their sleeves, i didn't though. From the outside i looked like a over confident guy, any one would with my looks but i didn't care about insignificant things such as looks, i wasn't that shallow. But i did have advantages, small perks of being a werewolf  and a Alpha, i had certain qualities which made me one of the strongest in our pack. It seemed there was a motive behind their actions. One of the werewolf packs leaders faced us last year in New York, and we fought until there was hardly any of his pack left. We had information from an unknown source that he was working here in Phoenix working alongside the Vampires. That in itself was a frightening thought. Jason Monroe. One man who could and would attempt to bring down the entire supernatural world,whilst the humans around us, the majority of the world were oblivious to the goings on. His name sounded familiar to me. Too familiar. The name left behind a sour taste in my mouth. I had never met the guy, but from what I had heard from rumours and my own guessing, since not many people were willing to pass on information, even for a hefty amount of money, it was almost as if they were afraid, and that built a small amount of fear in me too. I wasn't scared of him, a measly half-breed a mix of human and vampire blood I had heard, but he managed to cause havoc wherever he went, leaving behind the only evidence that led us to believe he had committed such inhumane actions. Bloodshed everywhere. He annoyed me to say the least, but every time I mentioned his name to my father he would point blank me, almost as if he was envisioning a past memory, so hurtful, it caused his eyes to tear up a bit, but after that I never mentioned his name again. There was many things I feared in my life, but one thing would end me, it scared me so much that whenever someone mentioned the word I would freeze up. Fatal attraction(it literally was) to me, but it was otherwise known as love. Ughhh... it made me cringe, the snogging, the touching, the irritable following around, the dumping.. heaven forbid that I would fall in love. I feared the unknown girl and the baggage she would bring, nothing was ever simple. My future mate would destroy me and my heart in a snap of fingers. I hated commitments and assumptions that I would love to have a mate that could bring me out of my shell. They were wrong, I didn't do attachments, in any shape or form, I didn't do that shit. Love was a shitty thing, I mean why would you be with someone because you love them. Love doesn't exist, I have seen that first hand from what happened to my father.

Ch 8:Aurora

Ugghhh... waking up is one thing, but waking up for college is a bitch.Period. 

 

Rolling out of bed should be a sport in my eyes, I would definitely get a gold medal for that I thought to myself as I got out of bed. I zombie walked to my bathroom, I kid you not and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I looked in the mirror, and my reflection stared back, disgust ebbed on my refreshed face. I would not hate myself, I wouldn't stoop so low. I did nothing wrong. Ughhh....I hate myself, I decided.

 

The dream last night put that into perspective, I shuddered as I recalled the last moments of my nightmare. He would always be after me, even when I wasn't asleep. Right, time to go to college, and shit I was going to be late and it was only the first week of college. Pull yourself together, Rora. I pulled on a grey top and a hoody over it, would my style ever change? I seemed to be still mourning loss it seemed, as all of my closet consisted of dark items of clothing, most of which contained no dresses at all. What can I say? I'm not a dress girl. I hated showing my body and tried to cover any skin possible. I glanced at the clock as I internally screamed, I was late.

 

“Lumi, open the shop I screamed at his door, knowing he would hear, he was probably awake at seven in the morning, his runs were his addiction, there was never a day he didn't run, but I did love the impact on his body it had, although I would admit it to him.

 

I pulled on my sneakers, as I awkwardly hopped downstairs and into the kitchen, I snatched a piece of toast, knowing that it wouldn't be enough to sate my hunger, but it would have to do, since I had forgot yet again to get bread from the grocery store. As I walked outside, I was met with bright warm sunshine. My mood lifted slightly, as I overlooked the rumble of my unsatisfied tummy.

 

Phoenix had a college just a stone's throw from where we lived, and it would just be headache if I chose a college more distant from home. I hated travelling to say the least and felt nervous being away from places I deemed comfortable. I suppose I was different in that sense, most girls who hated their parents from some crappy reason, or had a boyfriend preferred to move away, but me I loved being close to home. Home was my sanctity.

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I got my back pack and swung it over my shoulder, not bothering to visit my locker, since all my books were in my backpack, I took them with me, since other students thought it was funny to steal my stuff. I took my timetable out, since I had not yet memorised my classes for the day. First class was on the brain and how it worked. Interesting, since I seemed to know how his mind had worked and yet i wans't able to save myself from him. All guys were dickheads, who thought about only one thing. As I literally ran to class I caught sight of a couple in what looked like a very uncomfortable position, her legs wrapped around his waist as they touched,groped and kissed the hell out of each other, buy hey, whatever floats your boat. I would hate to be that boy though, what if she weighed to much, he could possibly suffer hip injuries.

 

I stifled a giggle as I knocked on the door. A loud booming voice replied.

 

“Come in” The voice came loud through the door as my hand clutched the door handle for dear life. Don't look at them, keep your head down. Ignore them. I opened the door as I pulled of my hood and stepped into the cold room. I was faces with a class of around thirty students, all of which were staring at me curiously.

 

“Well... who do we have here?” The man with the balding hair asked, I assumed he was the teacher as he faced the front and stood expectantly,His plump round body resembling a giant pumpkin and his features harsh because of their sharpness, tutting as if judging me. So it begins... I think to myself as he looked up and down me distastefully, obviously not liking what he saw, well I’m sorry Mr but this isn't a model agency, and I’m sorry if I don't meet your requirements. I internally sighed as he marked me late, but present. I walked to a empty seat at the back next to a sleeping boy, who was hunched over as if in pain, at first he was looked as if he was, and I was debating on whether to call for the teacher or not. My nerves jumbled up and my hands were shaking, did I do it, did I want to face a lifetime of hell for calling the teacher, who so obviously hated my guts. But then the guy next to me made a little breathy noise, a small sound but enough to realise he was awake,the jerk,he was probably bored and decided to flunk through class by sleeping. But I couldn't blame him, I mean the teachers voice was seriously boring.

 

“Oh shit....”The Jerk mumbled under his breath. The little nickname suited him so much. But as he lifted his head, his eyes met mine. I was faced with eyes, deep and dark enough to get lost in... secrets hidden behind his hooded lids, waiting to be explored. Shit, since when did I spout utter crap like that? It wasn't me at all. A mess of black curls topped his head, the look suiting him, high cheekbones that looked like they were carved from stone and to top it all of a sensual,pouty mouth plump and ripe for the taking.

“Fuck....”I mumbled under my breath as I once again met his gaze, but this time there was hatred in his dark eyes. I turned away at that moment. No leave it Rora, don't go there again, ignore him.

 

I faced the front, and carried on listening to the teacher's voice which droned on about what this class entailed,feeling his gaze hot on me and tried to ignore that brief moment where it seemed as if he understood... but he didn't know me, so how could he understand, even if it was just for a moment?

 

Girls giggled at us, but some glared as they watched the short, bitter exchange between us. I bet girls were thinking up rumours now, some may have involved me being called a slut, which was how it had been since I had started, no one had approached me to ask if the rumours were true, everyone accepted it, and since then I still had no friends, I was still alone. Who did this guy think he was?I hadn't seen him on the first day... he must have enrolled late I considered to myself, that would explain it. But it seemed strange, he stuck out like a sore thumb among the other students, male ones that were in this college. He looked dangerous,hot , it was a deadly combination and not dangerous in the sense that he belong to a thug gang. His clothes seemed expensive and labelled, unlike my cheap store ones which I had simply brought to fit in with the crowd and because, I couldn't afford it, not even with the extra income of the shop, we still barely made ends meet. I would rather spend money on food than fashionable clothes He was different, I could feel it, something about him didn't sit well with me. I hated the fact that he had noticed me.

 

Ch 9:Caspian

 

Her eyes. They seemed familiar, too familiar. Strange, they were a pale shade of green, which wasa odd combination to go with her soft black hair, but it worked somehow.We moved here so we wouldn't be noticed but this girl, she was perfection. I knew that there was no use listening in class, since i had already completed that first year, but father suggested that i should go back. Someone had passed on infomation that there was a group of people at the college working undercover, for Jason of all people, that meant trouble in my eyes, and i didn't want no trouble. This class seemed half-asleep, similar to me really, but i could relate. The fat shitty, teacher couldn't teach and didn't really care who listened to him.But as soon as she walked in, i didn't need to look up, i had a inkling of who she was. But her scent clouded my senses, leaving me confused. She smelt like strawberries, she smelt deadly. My father always told me that the sweeter they smell, the deadlier they are. I needed to stay away from her, i needed to listen to my father for once in my life.She was bad news and i knew it, yet i wanted to know more about her. I was confused. She smelt like everything, i could not pin point what she was, i hated not knowing things. I hated how she strutted in, catching the attention of most the class,she was like a peacock, beautiful and graceful, but yet she seemes unattainable,vunerable and scared. Her top moulded around her tight slim body, almost as if the material were made for her, i wanted to be that material in that very moment. I wanted to touch her, kiss her and make her mine, I wannted  to destroy her, just so no one else could touch her.But she was a unknown pawn in a game we were all playing, i didn't want her hurt. What scared me the most was, i never cared about anyone until now.

 

 

I could hear the teacher shouting at her, and in the corner of my eye i saw her shiver and cower away from him. But it was all an act i told myself.Girls weren't like that anymore. They weren't shy and vunerable and, i mean newsflash it's the 21st century, girls saw their virginity as a thing to get rid of in order to become a woman, to me it was strange, it was like telling a boy that, in order for you to become a man you had to chop off your dick with a knife. I mean, I didn't have anything against girls wanting to have sex, but just wanting to get rid of your virginity for the sake of it? Either way you lost out, labels got pushed on to you, if you were a virgin, people would make fun of you, and if not you would be called easy, a slut, a man whore, and such, no matter if you allowed it to get that far or not. Obviously i knew most girls weren't like that at all, but to be honest, to me most were a nuisance, you tell them thanks for something so irrelevant , and somehow by the afternoon rumours would have been spread that you were flirting, or dating.

 

People were blind to society and how really we didn't fit in at all, who made the rules, the things we had to do to get accepted into society? There was not one perfect person on earth who had the right over us, there is no such thing as perfect. You could be perfect looking, but yet have a horrible personality, i knew that first hand since I was one of those people. We all just try to fit into a place where we don't need  to try and be seen as flawless, and yet we do that. I knew it straight away, the way she seemed so out of it, dazed and drowsy  but at the same time not enough to look as if she was on drugs or something, she didn't seem like that type anyway, but I suppose you can never judge a book by it's cover.. There was the main issue, she didn't seem like anything. She wore clothes too casual and minimal , almost borderline cheap, but yet it suited her, she didn't look as if she could afford labels,  and yet she seemed as if she wanted to fit into society but had given up, the one thing which i found funny was how ironic it was trying to label her, even though i would hate to have a label placed on myself. She carried a heavy rucksack, which was swung, cool and casual on her shoulder, no two strap, which would suggest that she was cool but the rucksack looked geeky and out of place on her.She was acting. I was an expert at that, so I would know. Why I wondered to myself as I lazily looked down her lithe body. Luckily, she hadn't noticed me looking at her and neither had anyone else. But that was good, I didn't want anything to do with anyone in here, I may have the occasional fling and a lot of one night stands whilst I was here, gate crash a few parties, make my name known round this shit hole but that was me, that's what I did, though nothing would be worth staying here longer than I needed for. And ye whenever I got sent to do things similar to this, my main objective whether they told me to or not was destroy eveyone in my path, make them remember what damage and chaos I caused. I was sick in the head like that I suppose.

 

I could feel her walking further towards the back of the room, where i was pretending to be asleep. But in reality, i was more aware and awake than most of the class in here. I heard her sigh, a deep breath escaping that lush pink mouth of hers, strangehow it semed more attractiveand vibrant, since most girls here caked their lips in all sorts of crap.She sat down, her leg accidently brushing mine.Or was it my leg reaching for hers? Dammit, Casp get a grip of yourself, i thought.Or mabye she did it on purpose, yeah she had to have done, mabye shewas one of those spoiled brats, an attention seeker. I had met girls just like her, pretending to act all shy, when they were anything but. I bet she had used lots of boys to get what she wanted. 

 

Hairs on the back of my neck stood up on their ends as i internally shivered, and to make matters worse i could feel her leaning over me for some unknown reason. Strawberries, were my new favorite fruit i decided, as her scent washed over me, warm as a summer breeze.God pull yourself together, Caspian, i told myself.I was acting like a little girl, crushing on some big time boy band.She was no one special to me anyway, she was just a distraction, but i still had a purpose of being here, and she wouldn't distract me, no matter what from completing that.

 

Ch 10:Aurora

Any hot boy is a jerk. Aks anyone. They may seem nice snd friendly at first but then they do a 360 turn and grow a huge head.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.06.2014

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To my fellow friends and amazing family who have followed all of my books and provided criticism when needed(well more like i forced them to) and also fro my dear friend, Nina Kari who without the beautiful cover she made this book would not look that part. i cannot thank you all enough! Isa