The fallen

Chapter 2

I keep replaying the memory of that night at the lake party over and over, it's been devouring every thought and dream I've had for the past two months. Even now as I sit in this theater surrounded by my friends including the most perfect boyfriend ever I can't get my head away from that night away from the feeling of being all alone out there in the cold water. The picture of the guy's bloody face tattooed to the inside of my eyelids. "April are you watching, this is awesome the car just exploded "says my annoying little brother Alex. I shouldn't really call him little he's 15 and only a year younger than me but he acts like he's 12. I feel an arm slide behind my neck and pull me close. "Alex your sister doesn't like this kind of stuff like we do".
"He's right I would much rather be watching the horror movie next door." I say with a completely fake and over exaggerating pout.
"You would rather be screaming your head off instead of watching car chases and bank robberies"Alex shakes his head "your my sister and all but your pretty weird"
"I know I'm weird and yes I would rather be screaming" I counter but he's to busy watching a fight scene I swear I just watched 10 minutes ago.
I turn my focus away from my brother and to the screen when Scott leans in close and whispers "give me 5 minutes and I'll have you screaming". I should of said something witty back but honesty I wasn't feeling like a smart ass I was just feeling Horney. Scott and I have never had sex before. I haven't had sex with anyone before. Sure I've gotten plenty of request usually from drunk guys at parties or creeps at school but none of them actually interested me. None except Scott. He's like I said perfect, he's captain of the football team he has a 4.0 GPA he volunteers at the woman's shelter and the children's shelter and the homeless shelter and just about any other shelter he can find. My family loves him and his family is rich and powerful. Not middle class but like having dinner with the president rich and powerful. Don't get me wrong I'm not a gold digger but it's just nice knowing that as long as I'm with him I'll never have to stress about a mortgage or bills or taking care of the kids. Plus to add to all that he's the hottest guy in east windham high. He's 6'2" and very well built not surprising considering he's a star athlete. A caramel-mocha brown patch of purposely messy gelled hair sits on top of his head. Underneath lay sparkling crystal blue eyes that are almost too good to look at, a bit lower there's a handsomely chiseled jaw and perfectly plump lips.
I wouldn't say I'm hotter then most girls because I don't think I am but apparently to everyone else no one on the planet could bet be in a beauty contest. I'm not thin but I'm not fat ether. Like my doctor says I'm perfect my weight lines up with my height of 5'10" and I keep in shape because I'm captain of the cheerleaders and I'm on the swim team and the softball team and the soccer team. My B cup breast match perfectly with my size 5 ass and my faint abs and toned legs and my long fiery natural red hair put together I guess just screams sex. You wouldn't hear me complaining.