Borrowed Time

Curiosity killed... the what?

Chapter One

Holden

The weekend had come to an unfortunate end and once again I found myself standing at the foot of the school hallway starring at the manic scenes unfolding in front of me. Girls screeching at the top of their lungs at one another, boys pinning each other to the floor in deathly headlocks to which Mr Davis desperately tried to prevent.Some running with their schedule in hand anxiously trying not to be late for their first lesson. I shook my head as a smile formed on my face, my eyes shifting to the floor as I adjusted the strap on my backpack, so it was firmly on my shoulder.

"Holden my man" a deep voice boomed from behind me as a large hand slapped down on my shoulder. A voice that could only belong to Bash, captain of our hockey team, epic fuckboy, total dick and might I add... my best friend.

"You good?' I asked turning to face him giving him a bro hug, slightly hitting his back with a little extra force that was necessary.

"Fucking hell man" he pushed me back, "keep that aggression for the ice" he smirked. I rolled my eyes, turning back to face my locker to grab out the books I needed for Chemistry first period.

"You keep chatting the shit you do, I'll be taking this aggression out on you" I joked, launching forward and punching him in the shoulder, Bash grabbed my head in retaliation holding it in a lock and ruffling up my hair.

"Oh boys when will you stop acting like animals" a high pitched, squeaky voice beamed from behind us. I took in a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the scene to unfold. Bash's grip loosened on me as he turned to face the devil herself.

"Looking good Char" Bash winked, shaking my head in response, I leant back resting on the lockers with my arms tightly crossed around my chest.

"Whatever" she bluntly replied, taking her gaze away from Bash and onto me, stepping closer. "Hi Holden" she smiled, twisting a piece of her hair on her finger, sticking out her chest. She reeked of desperation.

"I gotta get to class, cya both around" I shrugged, rapidly exciting before Charlotte could even think of stopping me. I could hear her voice from behind shouting my name repeatedly as I quickened my pace. Occasionally looking behind me to see if she'd got any closer, I collided with a small but forceful object in front of me. I quickly whipped my head around to see history books scattered across the corridor, pieces of paper flying through the air and in the centre a small girl picking herself up off the floor. She kneeled in front of me, muttering to herself, grabbing the pieces of paper one by one. I looked behind me to see that Charlotte had rolled her eyes and walked back the opposite way finally giving me the chance to bend down to help the girl I'd practically tackled to the ground.

"I'm sorry about that I wasn't looking, let me help you" I smiled, gathering the pieces of paper and textbooks in my one hand and reaching my hand out in the other. The girl slowly lifted her head up to reveal her bright blue eyes looking instantly into mine. I squinted mine slightly, taking in her features.

Her skin was pale, maybe a little too pale for most people to pull off, yet somehow, she did. The paleness of her skin only contrasted with the light brown freckles which appeared perfectly placed on her cheeks. As I slowly scanned my eyes away from her face, I noted the one side of long wavy, slightly messy auburn hair covered her face whilst the other was perfectly tucked behind her ear. I carelessly traced the waves in her hair past her face towards her torso, she wore a jet-black cross over tank top which did very little to leave any part of her chest area to the imagination, her jeans tugging at her curves in all the right places. Everything about her appearance was bright, radiating a positive energy that I couldn't explain. But taking a deeper look, noting the contrast between her ice blue eyes and the prominent dark circles, I couldn't shift the sinking feeling. No matter how insanely bright they appeared, the closer I looked the more the secrets they held became clear. As behind her eyes lay a darkness I couldn't quite explain. She was pretty, there was no denying that, but not pretty in your usual conventional stuck-up kind of way, pretty in a natural way, the kind of pretty that every guy wants his girl to be, and every girl wants to be.