The untamed girl.

Chapter 1.

“Hey, sexy!” yelled a guy with a group of friends. I mentally rolled my eyes and continued walking, they wouldn’t be speaking to me like that if I had worn a headscarf on.

I arrived at the chemist and looked for some Paracetomal tablets, as soon as I picked them up; I felt a sharp pain inside me. Bloody periods! I can’t believe we ran out of tablets at home, considering my mum is allergic to EVERYTHING. Honestly; fruits, dust etc. I brought the tablets and walked home, carefully avoiding any guys.

I’m a Muslim born in Britain; my parents are strict in some aspects although; some 16 year olds aren’t even allowed out alone, so I am considered lucky. Basically my life consists of; no drinking, no smoking, no sex, no partying, no dating, cover up modestly, to have a certain curfew and to be an A* star student. Basically what some of you guys can’t live without. But, hey I don’t mind.

 My parents are awesome. I am an only child and our family is normal typical one. You know, eating together and not swearing, although I swear like a sailor.

I looked down at what I was wearing, denim shorts and an oversized white top, with kitten heels. I didn’t know, I was going out or I would have covered up a little. If a Muslim elder saw me like this, I would be given a lecture! My brunette hair was left open so I could feel the breeze as I walked, the sun was just about setting and it would get dark soon so I quickened my pace.

My skin colour is very fair and I get tanned very easily, so people usually assume that I am white even though I am not. My lips were red and my face was oval shaped. I had brown eyes and I blush like crazy.

As I was walking I had my head down, so I was looking at the ground which meant I didn’t realise I bumped into something until I felt it.

“Ouch, damn is that a brick wall or something” I said to myself, but I heard people chuckling which I guess, I had said it aloud.

I looked up to see that I had bumped into a someone, a very hot someone. He had beautiful piercing blue/grey eyes and dirty blonde hair. He had on a grey shirt on which was left unbuttoned so you could see his luscious abs; his trousers were black and fitted nicely.

“Sorry there, cutie. Are you alright? And yes, I am hard” He asked actually concerned yet he smirked.

I looked around at his mates; they were all handsome, damn where have these boys been hiding!

“Fine” I grumbled.

“Hey, Sara; is that you!” I peeked to see who it was, it was Chace. I went to his party in year 9, before he left our school. We lost touch after that.  He was a pretty cool guy and from what I remember, a player.

I walked over to him and hugged him.

“Long time no see, kiddo.”

He smirked “Looks like you grew up alright” he said checking me out.

I had to laugh. “Yep, you are the same player.”

“I wouldn’t play if all girls were hot like you.” I slapped his chest playfully.

 “How have you been?” asked Chace.

I smiled. “Okay, you?”

“Good, know that you are here” he winked at me. The devil. I know how players work.

“Ooh, my boyfriend won’t like that” I smirked at him, his smile turned into a frown

“You have a boyfriend? But you told me in year 7 that boys were icky.” He actually remembered, impressive.

“That’s before I hit puberty!”

We heard someone cough in the background and the guys had amused expressions.

Chace introduced me to the guys, they were amazingly good-looking. Finally, it was Mr.Hottie’s turn or should I say Adam. I’d heard of him and how good a lay he was. He was some big shot badass player that every girl wanted.

I could see why... YUM! But he was what... 2 years older than me.

I looked at my watch and it was getting late. I turned to the group of boys as they watched me intently.

“Nice meeting you guys.”

“I’m throwing a party this weekend, can you come?” asked Chace, he gave me the details before I hugged him and left.  

I could feel their eyes burn down my body as the sun finally set.