The Bad Boy Wants My Blood

BEEP BEEP BEEP! 

The sound of an alarm blared through my ears, waking me from my peaceful slumber. I groaned inwardly and pulled my drool covered pillow over my head, trying to block out the noise. It wasn't my alarm clock, I threw mine out the window a LONG time ago, it was the one downstairs that my parents had set up. 

"MOOOMMM!!!," I screamed before realizing that she wasn't home. She would never be home.

She had died three months ago, killed while driving to pick me up from my vocal lessons. It was so unexpected and unreal. I still come home everyday expecting her to be waiting by the door with a hug and a kiss. But that's just wishful thinking.

My mom's death was hard on me, but it was even harder on my dad. He became an alchoholic and the once sweet and kind father I loved became angry and hateful. He started beating me day and night. I became his outlet for anger. It sucks really, but there's not much I can do. I don't want to go to some depressing and dirty orphanage and no one really adopts teenagers anymore.

Deciding that the alarm wouldn't turn off by itself, I stumbled down the stairs of our two-story house and  pushed the off button so hard the alarm crashed to the floor. 

I went back upstairs and jumped in the shower, going over all the bruises on my body and scrubbing them gently with my strawberry bodywash. The water felt good on my broken body.

I put on some black skinny jeans, a tank top, black vans, and a large black sweater. I always tried to hide my curvy body, after my father started beating me I felt dirty whenever other boys' eyes would trail my body. I also became quiet and alone, my friends abandoned me after I stopped telling them things. I was the school loner. A loser. Tears pricked my light blue eyes but I quickly held them back so I could apply some light makeup and blow-dry my wavy brown hair that ended at my waist.

My dad was still alseep so I needed to get out of here quickly before he woke up. I snatched an apple and the keys to my parent's old volkswagon. I started the ignition and drove to school.

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I ran to the school in a hurry, I had misjudged the time and now I was 20 minutes late. Not that anyone would notice. I burst through the doors and flew down the halls, my sneakers squeeking on the polished floor. I was rounding a corner, just a few feet away from my biology class, when I smacked straight into a brick wall. Or at least that's what it felt like.

I stumbled backwards and reached out in my panic, grabbing onto soft fabric. Huh, I thought there was a brick wall? I crashed to floor and brought the fabric with me, plus a few hundred more pounds.

"What the hell?!" an angry yet erotic voice yelled right into my ear. Icy mint breath tickled my neck as I realized I hadn't crashed into a wall but a boy who, by the sound of his voice, was NOT happy.

I felt the weight lift off my chest and I took in a huge breath, looking up to the source of the voice. My breath was gone once again.

Standing before me was nothing short of a greek god.

His stunning green eyes glared at me through the curtain of his messy black hair, his perfectly plump lips were formed into an angry frown which didn't suit his sculpted face at all. Even with a black shirt on I could see the outline of his very defined muscles. But what really got me was the scar on his nose that gave his face a perfect ruggedness. 

"The hell is wrong with you?" he spoke, snapping me out of my trance. I stumbled for words, realization dawning on me that I had just pissed him off royaly.

"I-I'm s-sorry I was jus-st in a hurry and I wasn't w-watching" I winced at the sound of my own shaking voice. 

He stared at me for a long while, green eyes burning into my blue ones. Then he did something totally unexpected, he started laughing.

"Are you scared of me?" he smirked after his laughing fit was finished. I could only sit on the floor in confusion.

"What?"

"You're stuttering so much it seems like you're scared of me" he paused to give me another cheeky smile, "it's kind of cute actually."

I blushed tomato red and glanced down to the floor in anger, not wanting him to see my reaction. Scared of him? Hell no. 

"What's your name, honey?" he asked, leaning against the wall.

"Not honey" I spit back in reply.

"Ooo, fiesty. I like that. Well if you won't give me your name i'll give you mine, Duncan" he stretched out his hand for me to shake it. I glanced at it and back to him, slowly, I grabbed it and shook. It was warm.

"Faye" I told him reluctantly which made his grin widen.

"Faye" he repeated as if testing the word in his mouth, "pretty for a girl like you."

I didn't know how to take that so I just stayed quiet.

"Well Faye, I hope to see you around again" he blew me one of those cheesy kisses and sauntered down the hall.

What. The. Hell. Was. That.

Author's note!!

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