Holding my Breath

Reckless Paths and Dangerously Kisses

We didn't create this path that laid down before our glimmering eyes. Not single inch. The autumn leaves filled the sides of the polished black road as a clear aisle way was cleared for our entering. It made you hesitate, rethinking your every move as your breath was coming out as white smoke in the chilled and crisp air. My hands gripped the fabric of my jeans to stop the trembling. My breathing was uneven as you could hear the words try to make their way out but no sound hit my lips. No vibrations but just the cool wisp of piney air. Looking behind me wasn't going to stop the anticipation and looing to the side of me wasn't going to save me. Not this time. Maybe not ever. Again. So I stared at the cleared road ahead of me. There was no signs to pointing me to it and there was nobody to conjor my thoughts and actions for me this time. I was in this by myself.

Introducing Aracely Taylor.  

*Number three on the Most Wanted list Internationally 

*Goes to the most prestigious private school in the country 

*Top in her grade level  

*Has an archenemy, who came second to her on the final exam  

*Has everyone (in the world) hunting her down.  

When I mean everyone hunting her I down, I mean everyone. Hell she's worth more than a Bentley and a mansion combined. Working along side with one of the most wanted yet most notorious criminal, which in this case is her dad, of course she has to watch her back. She isn't a preppy school girl that only has her eye on a scholarship or that great college, nope. Even if she has straight A's, doesn't mean she's a full time nerd, nope. She isn't like most girls, or like most girls in stories. She isn't a nerd, but isn't a badass but most importanly she isn't as pure as you might expect. Hell no, not even close. She isn't like those losers who never had a boyfriend or a first kiss. She has experienced those things with one boy. The boy that shows up at dangerous, unexpected but random times.He shows up everytime something goes bad. He isn't her guard or her boyfriend. For the first time in her life she's flying solo this year and she couldn't be more thrilled. But if there's one thing she has in common with those pure dorks is that she's sarcastic, sassy and has quite a but of attitude and maybe even a bit of intrest in there towards someone so unexpected. Her light blue eyes with flawless brown curls has everyone wondering. What's going to happen next? What is she going to do next? For one thing, she isn't about to beg on her knees for this particular mission.

Now there is no need for an introduction for this guy- Kai Torres. 

Let me tell you about him; 

Notorious and Popular. Roams the endless halls of Cass Rock Academy. Has four out of seven classes with Aracely. Amazingly styled hair that never fails to make the girls swoon. But most of all has his undeniable glamorously famous baby that is to his side almost all the time. Nope it's not a drop-dead bleach blonde bombshell of a girlfriend that's next to his rock hard torso, it's 2014 Super-low Harley-Davidson USA red as blood motorcycle. Talk about Wowza right? And best part he's riding solo for this school year.

Okay let me get straight to the point here. Every teen fictional story out there claims that the whole bad boy meets good girl stories to be straight up cliche and wouldn't happen in real life. True because instead of the bad boy developing feelings for the nerdy but yet sarcastic girl, he would most likely forget her instead of having her in his mind all the time because it doesn't work like that in real life. But don't bullshit me because we all read or have been obsessed with those stories sometime in our life. The characters were dreamy enough to actually made us think that bad boys were like that in real life. Sort of like a twilight movie where every girl says, "Why can't you be more like Edward?" And it's pretty easy to write those types of stories as well and become famous off of them. But I'm definitely not hating on them because I'm still in that kind of phase where I overly obsess about a fictional character and then compare them to every boy at my school. Welcome to my life. Every writer says that their story isn't cliche and is different from all of the others but it usually ends up being like every other story there is out there.  

So when you think about things like that, what would I call my story? I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that Aracely is some stuck-up bitch who doesn't have time for boys and only has her eyes on the prize of going to college or that special scholarship. Or she's anti-social and has never been to a party before or is so fucking pure that she's like a baby since she hasn't had her first kiss or has never gotten drunk before. Talk about boring!  

Next you're probably thinking about Kai now and how you already made a conclusion about him. You expect him to be either, 

1) A bad boy with a black as night leather jacket with his awesome motorcycle and with his perfectly styled hair who is also a jack-ass douche that has some big secret that doesn't get reveled until the middle of the story that includes drugs or some shit like that 

2) A popular jock that everyone adores for some odd-known reason and hangs out with cheerleaders and has perfect straight A's but then later on in the story has feelings for the main girl but then get's rejected by her and is out into the friend-zone faster than he can run. (Since he's a jock.)  

And to be completely honest with you guys here, he's sort of placed in the middle of those two. He could beat you up into a pulp but still have his unforgettable moments where you just say, "Awe!" 

So you decide where he goes.

And last but not least one crucial piece of information, their both spies! The academy is a school for spies where they teach everything from philosophy (Which her dad teaches) to hand to hand combat. So I throughly welcome you to the Carter Rock Academy!

Have a little bit of faith in your mind for this hell of a story because you're going to need it. Someone will fall. Maybe even the academy too.  

Until next time, 

Kisses and Knives.

Chao.