Kiss My Soul

~Prologue~ Do you ever get the feeling, the feeling of someone staring at you? Well I get it everyday. Especially at school.. I'm Cassidy Parkers, I'm an average 14 year old girl. Nothing really special about me. I have long, wavy blonde hair, gray-blue eyes, plump lips.. They're not big, or small they're just a little bigger than normal. I'm 4"11 and I've been this tall sense the 4th grade. Now I'm in 8th grade. I'm thin, and the captain if the "Oak Woods Starlets Dance Team". I have "B" cup sized breasts, and a curvy torso, and my hips go out. (But not too wide). That's enough about me...

Now when I say, "the feeling if someone staring" Talk about UNCOMFORTABLE! You don't even know if it's good, or if they're staring because you have something on your face! Well this time, it was good to be stared at. I was being stared at by, Cody Spears. The schools SEXIEST boy! I'll describe him later(; ~ end of prologue~

"Cassidy, get up you slut!" My older sister Bryce growled.I know what you're thinking. My sister is telling me this because, she's my legal guardian now. My parents died 9 months ago. They were killed in a boat wreck. But they deserved it, they weren't such great parents.... "No." I slashed out. I didn't want to get up, it was the first day back from Christmas break. Which didn't really feel like Christmas. It's not so cold when you live in Dayton, Texas. Nope, not at all. Cold water made me jump out of my day dream. My sister had a cup of ice water, and covered me in it! "What the hell was that for?!" I complained. "Well, you didn't wake up..." She said with the worlds brattiest attitude! God she annoys the living hell out of me!

I rolled my eyes and decided to get out of bed. I ran straight to the bathroom, after noticing what time it was. It was 6:49 and I have to be at school by 7:30. I know it seems like I have a lot of time, but no. I actually don't. I take forever to do everything. I began to blow dry my hair, because it was soaking wet, because of my brat sister. I quickly,brushed hard through my hair getting rid if all the tangles. I honestly hate doing my hair! It's so long,and it's just a pain in the butt.

I got done with my hair and began to apply my makeup. I don't wear much, I don't really need it. My eyelashes are already bold, thick, and long. My lips are naturally red. My skin is already the perfect tan, and I have the right amount of red on my cheeks. So I only wear eyeshadow and eyeliner. Getting ready isn't the long part, the long part is finding something to wear. After my parents death, there company was handed to my sister and I along with all their money. So now I have a lot of cloths and shoes. But I just hate wearing things over again!

After 20 minutes of throwing crap out of my drawers, and and my closet.. I finally discovered what my school attire would be. I chose a pair of dark Abercrombie and Fitch skinny jeans, following a pair of black zip up 4 inch healed boots, with a half shirt with the lettering "Good Looks" in the center in black lettering. (I made sure the half shirt showed my stomach showing my brand new belly button ring. It may seem like I'm a slut, but I just dress how I feel, and I don't care what anyone has to say against it!

When my sister dropped me off at school, I noticed how I got a lot of male attention staring straight at me. That's when I got that "feeling".. I could also feel the energy around the girls, wasn't so great.. I could tell they had a problem with how much male attention I seemed to be getting... I felt like someone was staring me down right behind me... As I turned.. There he was Cole Spears.. The worlds sexiest 14 year old alive.. Or at least that's what the whole school thought.. We stared at each other for a while. I didn't really like it so I broke the stare, by zipping up my black winter coat with fur in the hood up and bumped his shoulder while walking away.

"Hey! Wait up!" An unfamiliar voice called out. I didn't know who it was so I didn't bother turning. I felt a slight rub against my lower back side. And I swung around. It was Cole. "What?" I said harshly. "I'm Cole." He said with a smirk that a girl would die for. "And you're telling me this...Whyyy?" I questions him,behold raising my right eyebrow. "Well, someone's not so happy to see me for once!" He cockily said as he was widening both eyebrows. He was already getting in my nerves. "Uh, why would I be happy to see an arrogant, cocky, bastard like you?" I rolled my eyes. And tried to walk away but my mission was interrupted by him yanking my arm back. "What the hell do you want?!" I screamed as I turned around. "I obviously want you." A smirk exed across his perfectly tan face,that I would defiantly make-out with! (STOP YOURSELF CASSIDY!) I caught my myself as I actually thought I would get a chance with him.. And I don't want to be with that douche bag anyways! "Excuse me?" I said dropping a hip, and placing my arm there. "I said I want you...and who might you be?" He got a little closer..