The Kidnapper's Girl (On Hold)

Chapter One

The Good news? I'm in High School! The Bad news? It's an All Girls School.

I stood outside of the boys' soccer field, watching as the high school guys ran back and forth across newly damp grass. They were the faces I had grown accustomed to –or numbers, really– and as I examined every angle, step –and the every now and then– shirtless move, I began to grow more depressed.

Sage stared at the field as well, before mumbling, "It isn't that bad…"

"Isn't that bad?!" I gasped, almost outraged. "If we weren't about to become high school students today, I'd be heart broken! This just isn't fair," I moaned into the tall fence that surrounded the field, our only barrier from the hot high school boys.

Sage sighed, shaking her head. "Even you knew this wouldn't last forever, Mel. C'mon, we're going to be late to class."

I didn't move though. Instead, a soccer ball rolled over to us on the other side of the fence, and number seven came rushing to get it. He was my favorite player –due to the fact that he took off his shirt the most, like he had now– with bleach blonde hair and caramel brown eyes.

He picked up the ball before spotting us.

"Oh, I remember you two. Don't you go to Julie's Academy for girls?"

He looked at me, and I immediately felt my face grow hot. I tried my hardest not to stare at his bare chest like an idiot, but it's hard not to notice a six pack.

"We used to," Sage spat, obvious annoyance in her voice. I glared back at her. It wasn't a secret that Sage didn't share my love for the male species.

The boy raised an eyebrow, holding a mocking smile. "I can take a hint." He gestured down to our new, high school uniforms before laughing and walking back to the game. My face burned again as I turned to yell at Sage.

"What the hell was that for?!" I demanded, embarrassed and irritated at the same time.

Sage rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You can tell he's just a moron with an ego. He practically takes his shirt off every game."

"And that's a bad thing?!" I shouted, shaking my head. "Great, we finally get the chance to talk to some guy and you blow it."

Sage's pinpoint hazel eyes narrowed. "Excuse me? I don't recall you speaking. All you did was gape like an idiot, and you're calling me the screw up?!"

I didn't have anything left to argue, so I just gave up the argument. "God, I'm a moron."

"Yes, you are," Sage replied.

I glared again, before sighing and looking back at the game. "Still, I can't believe we won't be in middle school anymore." I watched as number seven scored a goal.

"Ugh, you're only upset that we won't be able to sneak off here at lunch to watch the boys practice." She grabbed my arm and attempted at dragging me toward our new school.

Despite my depression, I allowed her to take me away, miserable. "We go to an all girl's school, Sage. What do you expect me to do without boys?" I questioned.

After all, it seemed only normal for me to be so fascinated with boys. Ever since I was little, I've been enrolled in all girl private schools. I don't have any brothers, or siblings for that matter, and besides Dad, I barely ever had conversations with a boy.

That didn't stop me from watching them every chance I got, though. I was a little crazy when it came to the opposite gender. I watched them every chance I got, looked for any excuse to talk about them, and even spent most of my boring class moments thinking about them. Although I think it's just my hormones that are making me act up, Sage calls me mental.