Ice Melts for Love

Girl All The Bad Guys Want

Chapter 1

Hi. I'm Ellen Lawliet, an ordinary student, leading a pretty ordinary life. I have long, black hair, olive skin, aquamarine eyes, which I hide with eyeglasses, and a height of 5'6. I go to school at Mayson High where we wear uniforms, blue blazers over white polos and blouses with red ties and plaid blue-black skirts and pants. I have only one friend in the whole student body, Misha Dalton. She's a model. She was my best friend since I moved here five years ago. Now we were juniors, she expects me to do something with my whole anti-social attitude. She knows that I'll only disappoint her but it didn't stop her from trying. Dang.

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I was reading a book in front of the school lawn, leaning casually on the ledge, waiting for Misha to arrive. She's been pretty busy lately, doing photo shoots. I didn't mind waiting though, because she always arrived 5 minutes before the bell and I got time for myself. It was a little early too since only a few people were around. I was so engrossed with my reading when somebody bumped into me, making me drop my book. I was startled and had to blink twice to recover myself.

The guy, who just bumped into me, continued walking away as if nothing happened. My nostrils flared in anger. The prick didn't even apologize and even stepped on my book! He was so gonna get it.

"Hey, asshole!"

The guy stopped on his tracks and slowly faced me.

"Did you just call me asshole?"

"Hmm." I put a hand over my eyes and pretended to look around us. "Since we're the only ones here and you're the asshole, then maybe I did call you asshole."

"What the hell is your problem?" The guy walked over, looking pissed off. He was gorgeous, with dirty blonde hair, gray eyes, and a towering height of 5'9. I looked disapprovingly at his uniform. He's polo wasn't tucked in and he wasn't wearing a tie. He was wearing black Chucks instead of school shoes. He was a serious mental case.

"What's my problem?" I wasn't intimidated at all. I put my hands on my hips and poked his chest. "You're my problem. You bumped into me, stepped on my frigging book and didn't apologize at all. So, you see my problem now, dickhead?"

"You wanna die, bitch?" He narrowed his eyes on her, leaning forward. "Is your life too sad for you? Coz I'll gladly end it if you want."

"Excuse me?" I raised my brow and glared icily. "Did you just call me a bitch?"

He smirked.

"Yeah, I did. What are you going to do about it?" he asked, threateningly. I was about to kick him on the shin when Misha arrived, running towards us. Nobody, and I mean nobody calls me a bitch and gets away with it.

"Ellen! There you are!" she exclaimed a little too brightly with a big, fake smile glued on her face. "Oh, my gosh, look at the time! If you could excuse us Nate, we'll be on our way now. Toodles!"

She pulled me inside before the guy could even react. I was stunned myself but let myself be dragged until we came to our lockers. I yanked my arm free and faced Misha. She looked flustered and scared.

"What the hell?"

"You don't want to mess with him, Elle! If you like your peaceful days then just beat it!"

"Who the hell is he that makes you all nervous and jittery?" I hissed.

"He's Nate River, Elle! The Nate River!" Misha glanced around to see if someone was listening. Nobody was paying attention though. I sighed, and pushed back my glasses on my nose.

"So?"

"Oh, damn. Of course you don't know him," she mumbled. "Let's head to class first. Tell you about him later."