Titium Heart

Chapter 1

'What's up asshole?' I chirped as I entered Nick's bedroom. I jumped on his bed and he fell off the bed groaning in pain.

'Dickhead,' I heard him mutter.

'I heard that and I love you too,' I added sarcastically.

'You moron, you squished my dick!' Nick shouted, painfully.

'Like you have one! Anyways, get up, we have to leave in about twenty minutes.' I said looking at my watch to be more accurate.

I sat patiently on his bed waiting for him to get ready. He was the class president and always had to look like a 'king'. I was plainly dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey hoodie which had 'DANGER' written on the back.

After a few minutes of waiting patiently Nick entered his room wearing a green polo shirt with a pair of white shorts that reached to a little below his knees.

We marched downstairs to his kitchen where his little brother, Robert, was munching on a piece of toast. He was an A-grade player with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes like Nick's and he was just fifteen.

'So, Rob, you been with any girls lately?' I asked Rob, expecting something juicy.

'Yeah, I banged a chick last night!' he said smugly as if he had won a trophy.

'Dude? You fifteen!'

'And your point is?' He raised an eyebrow.

'Dude, you bang a chick every night! What if they find out you banged all of them?'

'I have a reputation which they are all aware of and the fact that I don't do a girl twice.'

'Holy shit! You're fifteen and you already have a reputation? It took me like 4 years to build my 'jerk' reputation.'

'Well, some people like me are gifted.'

'You gift might help you catch an STD or get a poor girl pregnant!'

'Like I care,' saying that, he ran off through the kitchen and headed off to school.

'You know your brother is screwed, right?' I asked Nick.

'Yeah, pretty much; what can I do? He doesn't even listen to me, and in this case, he listens to no one,' he replied.

After breakfast, we headed towards school. I was an A-grader but I still didn't like school.

We rode together on our killer bikes and just as we entered the school, Nick was hoarded with people, trying to get his attention. They were all insipid corpses looking for popularity.

Just as I was about to take off, a blonde haired 'girl' came up to me. She would rather be classed as a slut. Twisting her long hair around her finger, and placing her hand on her hip, her posture made her 'top' look more shorter.

'What do you want?' I growled, not even wanting to stand within 10 feet of her.

'Why so tense, babe?' She purred, moving closer and placing her hand on my chest.

Before even thinking twice, I pushed her back viciously and strode off.

I heard shout 'asshole' behind my back; I turned back and smugly smirked at her.

Pacing towards the front doors, I spotted Nick.

'What's up? Where you headed?' Nick asked.

'Umm...Which class do we have?' I questioned.

'English.'

'Then, I'm going there.' Nick just chuckled at my answer.

After reaching the class, we sat in the back with other 'cool' kids. I didn't to talk to them much, because they just thought of me as a freak because of my crimson eyes and bleach blonde hair.

I simply shuffled through my bag to find my mp3 player; I was too poor to buy an iPod, so I had to live with an insult to the name of mp3s.

Just as I raised my head from the bag, I saw a 'cool' girl coming towards me. She sat in front of me and just stared at me. She narrowed her eyes in concentration. Just as I was about to look away, I heard some one whisper 'freak' because of my super hearing.

All those memories came back...

Sitting on a bench in the playground, I was peacefully trying to eat my lunch, but a nauseating feeling overtook me. After a few minutes of fiddling with my lunch, a few shadows appeared on the ground in front if me, signalling someone was there.

'What you got there, freak?' Matt asked snatching my lunch from me and tossing it to the ground.

'N-Nothing,' I mumbled under my breath.

'Speak up!' the other bully growled and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bench.

All I could do was get beaten, punch after punch, because I was unaware of my powers. No one had told me.

Every day I would reach home, with bruises and an aching body. I didn't tell my grandma, but when she found out, which was about a year ago, she told me about my powers.

Whenever I asked her why she didn't tell me, she would always avoid the question or say it was to protect me. I don't know what she meant and I don't think I ever will.

Returning to the present, I could hear roars of laughter around the class. It wasn't until a tear drop fell down my cheek that I decided to leave the classroom, or in that case, the school.

Grabbing my books I rushed towards the door in long strides. Just as I opened the door, I heard someone shriek and it felt like my heart went into overdrive. All I could do was stare at the angelic form behind the door.....

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(A/N):

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