Wake

Chapter 1

171 days before
Waling into the school is easy breezy. Girls and guys Turn their heads to look at me I'm an instant. I mean whatever. Yesterday, Tatum for me McDonalds, so today I got her starbucks.
Today I also tried a bit more with my appearance. I wore natural makeup with a black crop top with a few white stripes pair with high waisted skinny jeans and combat boots. My hair also was put into a braid and pony tail Up do with a leather backpack.
Last night I got a bit more sleep so there was no need to be all grouchy this morning. All the people were still staring even when I opened my locker. When I opened it, I gasped to be attacked by a dozen roses falling onto me. I look around and spot my boyfriend. Graham Johnson.
He comes up to me as I wrap my arms around his neck. We've been dating since freshman year, and now we're seniors. He's my bestfriend, of course with the exception of Tatum and a few others.
"What the occasion?" I ask, looking up at him. He's 6 foot 2 and I'm only 5 foot 5. So basically he's got 9 inches on me.
"You seemed upset yesterday, and I didn't know if you'd still be upset today." Awh how sweet. I'm just sad that I can never tell him the real reasons of all my problems. He barely knows any. But not the deepest ones that one one but myself and the beholder know of. "You look beautiful today, as always" such a charmer.
"Thank you, thank you. But seriously, stop kissing my ass. We all know that you just want to have a little fun in bed." He doesn't even deny it. Of course.
We bid our goodbyes with a loving kiss and we head off to class. He would normally walk me, but he has to go to lacrosse practice, which is all way on the north wing of the school. Where right now, I'm in the south. So he has long ways to go.
The whole day passes by in a blur. It's the same exact routine everyday. Once I reach my car I notice a note, thinking its Graham, I open it smiling.
Only the smoke soon falls off my face as I recognize the handwriting.
"I need you to work tonight. Be over at the usual place at 9 o'clock sharp. Don't be late. -B"
His fancy writing is not to be mistaken. So basically, long story short, I made a deal with the devil. He's very powerful and ruling, and in practically his slave. I'm so far deep, I can't even come close to pulling myself out.
This situation is in little words, is like quick sand. I'm this unfortunate dumbass who decided to play in the sand. Wow great decision there Greer! Yeah, no. Anyways, this man is kinda like like the sand; the more I struggle, the farther in I go.