You're Mine

Chapter One- Chase

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                The next morning I woke up with a bad headache. I sat up in bed, brushing my hands through my hair.

                Last night seemed like a distant memory. A dream that seemed too real. That’s all it was, I knew that now.

                I glanced over at my alarm clock and read the time. 7:15.

                “Shit!” I hissed, rushing out of bed and to the bathroom.

                I would be lucky if Lys wasn’t already here to pick me up for school.

                I quickly brushed my teeth and put on a little make up before dashing out to grab some random clothes that probably didn’t match at all.

                I heard honking from outside and quickly grabbed my backpack and rushed to Lys’s car.

                She smirked at me when I got inside.

                “Nice outfit,” she said, motioning to my clothes.

                I looked down at myself. I had put on a green shirt and bright red shorts.

                “You do know its spring right?” she asked, clearly amused.

                I sighed. “I had a weird dream and it made me sleep in or something I guess. I was a little disoriented when I woke up.”

                Lys snorted. “Oh, please, Mrs. Clause. Last night I had a dream that I got raped by Mr. Tumnus from Narnia. And look at what I’m wearing.” She pointed to her cute, fashionable white dress that complimented her dark skin.

                “You wouldn’t happen to have a spare outfit somewhere here, would you?” I asked, through I knew my hope was in vain.

                She laughed as she pulled into Hawthorne High School’s parking lot.

                “Nope, sorry. What was your weird dream about?” she asked as she parked.

                I pursed my lips. I would have told her, but the whole thing just sounded too ridiculous.

                “I don’t really remember.” Lys gave me a look. “I just know it was weird.”

                She sighed. “Whatever you say, girl.”

                She pulled a mirror out of the car’s compartment and checked her makeup.

                “Do I look okay?” she asked me.

                “Yeah, why?” Lys was usually concerned about her appearance, but never concerned enough to have to ask someone if she looked good- she usually already knew she did. And she wasn’t wrong about that. Lys was beautiful with clear black skin and light hazel eyes. Very different from my paler complexion and dark green eyes.

                “I’m supposed to be meeting Tyler here,” she said, glancing around the parking lot.

                I groaned. Tyler was a complete jerk- I’m not saying that because I judge people by their first impressions. I heard some bad stuff about Tyler from other girls. Stuff about how he went out of his way to humiliate people- especially women. I had told Lys again and again that the boy was an animal and she always responded with: “I like a good challenge.”

                “Don’t groan at me. You know how I like a good challenge. I’m going to conquer that pretty boy,” she assured me. “I’ll have him begging on his knees for me.”

                “Just don’t get hurt,” I said, opening my car door.

                She rolled her eyes and looked like she was going to say something else, but spotted Tyler’s huge form from across the parking lot and opened the door to race after him.

                I laughed and pulled her keys out of the ignition before getting out of the car.

                When I stepped out, I was greeted by a puff of cigarette smoke.

                I coughed and tried to clear the air with my hands.

                I looked up at the culprit with a glare that was hard to keep in place once my eyes landed on him.

                He was tall and slim. His dark hair hung slightly over his eyebrows and he wore a black, hooded jacket. He had a silver lip ring, that added even more to his “bad boy” image. As if that wasn’t enough, he was leaning back against his vehicle. Yes, of course, he had to have the stereotype of his stereotype- a sleek, black motorcycle.

                He leaned back against it casually, arms crossed over his chest and a cigarette between two fingers. He wore dark sunglasses the I couldn’t see past. There was something about him- besides the fact that he just stole seven minutes away from my life by making me inhale that distrusting smoke- that just turned me off.

                I cleared my throat and recomposed myself.

                “You just blew smoke in my face,” I informed him, trying my best to stay calm and collected.

                He stayed completely silent as he took another puff of his cigar.

                I stayed quiet, refusing to speak until he answered me.

                “Oops,” he said, blowing more smoke into my face.

                I stared at him, struck by his rudeness. What was his problem? What did I do to him?

                “Who do you think you are?” I demanded, narrowing my eyes.

                “Chase,” he said casually. “Chase Caulfield.” He raised one eyebrow. “And you are?”

                I hesitated, unsure of whether or not I should answer.

                “Ashlynn Gold.”

                He nodded. “That’s a weird name,” he declared.

                This guy was ridiculous!

                “You know what?” I snapped. “I met you less than a minute ago and I already can’t stand you.”

                He sighed deeply as if I were annoying him.

                “Do you have something you want to say to me?” I asked, putting a hand on my hip.

                He stepped towards me abruptly and I had to stand my ground to avoid stepping back. He lowered his head so that he hovered directly above me, his breath mixing with mine. I noted that he didn’t smell like cigars anymore, but instead like mint.

                “Yeah,” he said in a deep, husky voice. “You really should save some of that passion for the bedroom. Preferably mine.”

                Before I could even register what he said, he walked away quickly.

                “By the way, Ashley,” he called back to me. “Christmas is over.”

                “It’s Ashlynn!” I yelled, but he didn’t even respond.