Curiosity killed the boy

What was her story?

Sawyer stared at the light of his computer, as he scrolled down. He had just finished another story of his, and posted it. The comments were mostly positive, the only negative ones he could find were some grammar mistakes that were easily fixed. Was his story perfect? No. But no one seemed to tell him if it was. 

He shut is laptop and fell back onto his bed. He stared at his ceiling in the dark. Something was missing. He no longer felt happy and accomplished like he did when he first started writing. His stories were boring to him. He wanted something different to write about, something real. Writing fiction got boring after a while. 

He didn't know how long it took him to fall asleep, but he still couldn't shake that feeling off. His day way normal. He went to school, had girls flirting with him any chance they got, and others asked for his opinion of their own stories. Things felt different today though, like someone interesting was going to happen. He was walking through the library when a certain person caught his eye. He stopped and stared at a girl reading a book, alone. She looked depressed, and for some reason this intrigued him. He didn't even realize he was walking towards her until he was standing right next to the girl. 

The girl had long Burnett hair, and was wearing a simple gray sweater, black jeans, and black boots. "Um...excuse me, are you alright?" he asked without thinking. It was too late, what was said was said. The girl didn't respond at first, and this made Sawyer more concerned. 

"Why are you talking to me?" the girl asked. She didn't even bother putting her book down, she seemed irritated. Sawyer was caught off guard, whenever he spoke to a girl they normally responded with happy things.  

"Yes, you looked a little, down. I wanted to see if you alright." he said trying to be polite. 

"Oh. That's just my face." she said in a bothered voice. He wanted to laugh at her response, but he thought it would be rude. Why did she seem so distant? She seemed so bored, but why? Most people were excited to talk to him, what makes her different? He sat down in front of her. Her hazel eyes priced into his honey yellow eyes like a piercing gun. One glare was all he needed to see that there was a whole universe full of secrets behind her eyes. 

"My name is Sawyer Eaton." he introduced himself. He reached out his hand for her to shake, but she just rolled her eyes. She sighed, put a bookmark in her book, and closed the book. She stared at him, baffled that he was speaking to her. 

"Why are you talking to me?" she asked bluntly. Her hands were atop of each other, her elbows were rested on the table and she was resting her chin on her hands. She looked irked. He couldn't help but smile, this girl was completely unpredictable. 

"A couple of reasons really, but I wanted to make sure you were alright." he said briefly. He leaned in closer. "You didn't mention your name." he pointed out inquisitively. She maliciously stared at him with her almost deadly eyes. If he didn't know better, he was pretty sure she wanted to kill him. But of course, it didn't scare him like it would any other normal human being, it instead intrigued him more. 

"That's because you never asked." she sounded annoyed. He leaned back so she would feel less threaten. 

"Oh, my name is Sawyer, what's your name?" he asked with a big smirk on his face. She scoffed at his question, leaned back, and gave him a different look, an alluring look. This surprised Sawyer, since every look she's given him was bad ones, he thought he'd finally made some headway. 

"Kara. Kara Devilynn." she said luring voice. She sounded so memorizing, like a siren singing her prey out to kill. If Sawyer was a normal person, he would have turned and walked away, but instead he smiled. 

"What a beautiful name you have there." he said, trying to stay on her good side. She automatically got offended by something he said and rolled her eyes. What did he do? 

"Listen Eaton, I'm not going to be one of your conquests." she said in a treacherous voice. He was thrown off by her use of his last name, but he was more troubled by her referring herself to a conquest. 

"Conquest? What are you talking about?" he asked captivated. She seemed to contain her anger, even though it was clear she was angry. 

"Popular guys like you don't come talk to a nobody like me. There's normally a reason behind it. Either you're here to prove to everyone that you can get any girl into bed with you, or you want something from me. Which one is it?" she asked on the offense. She was attacking him like a lion would hunt for his food, but he still had no idea what he said to make her so offended. 

"You have me all wrong. I don't intend to do either of those things, I just wanted to make a new friend. Is that so hard to believe?" he asked. She opened her book back up and stayed silent for a few seconds. 

"Yes. Yes it is." she said in a low voice. His eyes widened a bit, he wasn't sure what to say to that, so he just let whatever came to mind slip out his mouth. 

"And why is that?" he asked with a charmed look on his face. Her hazel eyes never left her book. Her face stayed dead serious, as he breathed heavily. 

"Because. Everyone who gets involved with me ends up dead." she said simply. 

Sawyer continued his day, but he was only there physically not mentally. His mind was stuck on Kara Devilynn, and what she said to him. What did she mean by "Everyone who gets involved with me ends up dead."?  Was she joking? Was she trying to scare him away? What was her story? What about her made him so intrigued? All of these questions burned through his mind for the rest of the day, and it did him no good because he couldn't answer any of them. 

He didn't even acknowledge that the last bell had rung, and Ryder standing in front of his desk. Ryder and Sawyer had been friends since elementary, and nothing changed for the longest time, till now. Ryder was quarterback for the football team, and he was one of the best anyone had ever seen. Sawyer became interested in creative writing, which put a rift in their friendship. Since they both became popular, but they started to hang with different crowds. "Hey, did you wanna come over to my house? I have a couple of things I wanna show you." Ryder said with his bag slowly falling off his one shoulder. 

"Um...sure, let me just get my stuff." Sawyer said in a distant voice. After they left the school and Ryder showed Sawyer what he wanted to show him, Sawyer left Ryder's house and started to walk home. It was dark when he left, which didn't seem like a big deal until Sawyer realized that he was lost. He had been to Ryder's house before, but he hasn't been to his house in a while. Sawyer knew that it was a bad idea to walk down an ally at night, but something told him to go down it. He walked a little fast, trying to not be too late when he got home, when he heard a door shut. 

He looked to the side to see a girl taking the trash out, and it wasn't just any other girl, it was Kara Devilynn. Sawyer stood in shock as Kara made her way to the back gate, when she saw him. She was in a white tank top, and black short shorts, her hair was tied back instead of down, and she looked almost like an entirely different person. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. She was holding the trash can against her hip, and had two pizza boxes in her other hand. 

"Um...let me help you with those." he said instead of telling her the truth. As he he reached for the trash can she stepped away from him, and in doing so, ended up losing her balance and dropped the pizza boxes. Sawyer picked up the boxes and looked Kara in the eyes. She looked like she was going to kill him, he smiled. 

"I'll ask again, what are you doing here?" she asked in a serious tone. He didn't want to lie to her, so he had no choice. 

"Well, to be honest, I'm lost." he said scratching his head with his free hand. She scoffed. He didn't realize it at first, but they started walking to the bigger trash can, she was letting him help her. Once they reached the trash can and threw all the trash away, they stared at each other, awkwardly. 

"I guess I can walk you home, but only because I don't like owing anyone any favors." she said setting the trash can inside her backyard. 

"Why would you owe me anything?" he asked as his eyebrow raised. She sighed. 

"You helped me with the trash, and after I drop you off at your house, my debt will be repaid." she said with a smirk. 

It was the first time he saw her smile.