Assassin's Love

Found by an Unknown Love

Chapter 1

*Shaylea's POV*

It was the middle of the night and I was crying. Three months ago, my sister was killed. I had been sitting at a nearby pond for hours, just crying. My sister had been shot in her head. Soon a black car pulled over and a boy, who looked he was 18, going on 19, stepped out and walked to me. He had red eyes, black shoulder length hair, black cargo pants, black leather jacket, and black combat boots. He looked very handsome.

"Hey." He said as he stopped in front of me.

"Hi." I said as I wiped my tears.

"Why are you down here crying by yourself?" He asked.

"My sister was murdered three months ago." I answered. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Oh, um...I was just wanted to know what was wrong with a pretty girl." He said, rubbing the back of his head.

He smiled and walked back to his car. I got tears in my eyes again at the thought of being alone. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted him to stay.

"Wait!" I shouted to him, reaching out with my hand.

He looked a bit surprised when I shouted.

"What is it?" He asked, looking directly into my eyes.

"C-Can you stay here with me?" I asked, knowing it was a long shot, since I didn't know him at all. "Please stay. I don't want to be alone again....I don't want to be alone anymore...." I said, almost crying again.

He smiled at me. He then sat down next to me and put my head on his chest. This made me blush. It was at least 1 in the morning and we sat there, staring into the endless distance of stars. Soon it was 3 in the morning.

"Alright, I guess I should take you home now." He said, to which brought me to tears once again.

"No...Please, I don't want to go back there. I don't want to be alone..." I pleaded with him, looking into his eyes. I grabbed his arm and held on tightly. I was desperate for him to stay with me.

"Okay, okay. You can spend the night with me at my place. We can go to your house tomorrow morning." He said in an almost panicking state.

He then picked me up bridal style and carried me to his car. I held onto him as he did. He opened the passenger door and put me in. As he walked around to the other side, I looked around at the interior of his car. He then got in. "My name is Jordan Porter, by the way." He said, locking in his seatbelt.

"I'm Shaylea....Shaylea White..." I responded, locking in mine.

After the brief introductions drove to his house. I had fallen asleep before we got there. He parked the car and took the keys out of the ignition. I woke up, as I felt the car stop vibrating. He got out of the driver's side, taking his keys with him. He then came around to the passenger's side and opened the door for me and held his hand out for me to take it. I grabbed it and he helped me out of the passenger side of his care. His house was huge.

"You live here?" I asked in shock.

"It's nothing special." He said in an uncaring tone.

He opened the front door for me. As I walked inside, I looked around to see everrything was black. Once he walked inside, the door closed and locked itself.

"How'd it do that?" I asked, looking back at the door.

I programmed it to do so. Whenever I'm not busy, I work on improving tech. I'm still trying to work on making my car hover from its wheels." He explained briefly.

"That's so cool." I said excitedly.

"I guess so." He said, not really interested in talking about the topic. "No one's taken an interest in my work, which really defeats the purpose of working on anything." He said, heading upstairs.

He motioned for me to follow him, and without hesitation, I did. He lead me to his room, which looked nice. He had a king-sized bed, a plasma screen TV, and much more I couldn't explain.

"Heads up." He said, tossing me some clothes. "They're just for tonight. If you leave your clothes outside the bathroom, I'll wash them for you." He said with a faint smile.

I quickly went into the bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the hot and cold water to make sure it was hot enought to be tolerable. I then got undressed and left my clothes outside of the bathroom. After doing that I got into the shower. I let the water run over my body, and I also began to think.

"Why am I letting him do these things for me?" I asked myself. "He's a complete stranger, and I don't even know him. He is nice. Maybe I'll give him a chance." I said to myself.

I then got out of the shower, dried myself off, and put on the clothes he gave me. I soon realized that they were and over sized T-shirt and a pair of boxers. They felt warm, giving a sense of comfort. The water automatically shut itself off. I was still trying to wrap my head around how he programmed it to do that. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw him laying down on his bed, but he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants. I saw his well defined chest and his rock hard abs. Man, is he hot. For some reason, I just couldn't stop staring.

"Shaylea.." He called lightly, but his voice was that of a distant echo to my ears. "Shaylea..?" He called more audibly, but again his voice only echoed in my ears. "Shay..!" He called quietly, but loud enough to be heard, which snapped me out of my trance.

"I-I'm sorry!" I stammered. "I didn't mean to stare...I'll just sleep downstairs..." I said, about to go do just that.

"Shay, come to bed." He said calmly. "Don't worry. I don't mind people staring at me funny." He chuckled slightly as he was saying that. As if he hadn't a care or worry in the entire world.

"O-okay." I said nervously, walking into his room, slowly, edging ever closer to his bed. He smiled at my shyness. I climbed onto the bed and rest my head wearily upon the cold feeling of the pillow. I wanted to close my eyes, but they seemed to be fixated on him.

"Are you okay, he asked, looking directly into my eyes.

"I'm fine." I responded quickly. "It's just that no one has been this nice to me before." I explained.

"Don't worry about it. You were in a time of need, so I felt as if I was obligated to help you." He replied.

He then brought me closer to himself. My head now rest upon his chest, which made me blush madly. My eyes became heavy, I let out an audible yawn, and drifted off to sleep. Sure Jordan did as well. Beforehand, I felt him kiss my for head and say.

"Sweet dreams." He said softly in my ear, which made me smile.

(Let me make something every clear right now. This is not my story. This is far from what I would usually have on my Wattpad. This is my friend Shaylea White's story. She's let me rewrite the story, but I will not claim this story as my own because I never wrote it to begin with. She used to have this story up on her Wattpad, but she lost her data on the chapter she was going to put out, but then decided to scrap the story entire because she couldn't remember what she had written, plus she got bored with it. Now I will try to revamp the story off of how much I remember from what I read years ago. Then when the time comes, I will try to come up with new ideas for the story and use those ideas to formulate what will happen next from that point forward. I'll just be putting this story back on Wattpad from how much I can remember and resurrect her story that I never forgot. I do not own the rights to this, even though she tells me to make it mine, but I won't out of the great amount of respect I have for her, so to you Shaylea, I thank you for inspiring me to actually get into writing and I love you bunches.)