Bloody

“oooh Amber try this dress on, try it”

“I don’t know Kiera im not really into black” I Said to my friend Kiera

We were in a little dress shop together, prom was just a couple of weeks away and we were seriously running behind on the dress situation, but no one could ever fear when their best friend’s mother owned the dress shop in town.

“Oh but your hair would almost shine like silver against it” Kiera whined, gesturing to my waterfall of silvery curl’s that I had pulled up in a ponytail. 

“You would look like a movie star” Kiera continued “With the drop shoulders and the lacy bodes and then the way the bottom cascades out into a mermaid style. At least try it on”

Kiera, who had short black spiky hair and an olive skin tone had been spending too long in her mom’s shop, she had learned how to convince a person how to try thing’s on way to well. With a heavy sigh I took the dress from her and went into the change room where at least five other dresses that I had tried on hung. I didn’t really want to try on the dresses; in fact, I didn’t really want to go to the prom. I would have rather stay home

I slipped the black satiny dress over my body and half zipped myself up before looking in the mirror, when I did I was slightly surprised. The dress fit me perfectly, I let my hair down so that it could cascade down my shoulders. I was fair with large blue eyes, nothing I found special but which Kiera hated me for.

“Amber?” Kiera called through the door “Have your tried it on? What do you think?”

“I think” I called back “that I’m not going to let anyone see me in this thing until the prom”

I heard Kiera giggle from the other side of the door and I knew that she knew what I was talking about.

One week later I was walking down our crowded school hallway while trying to read a book.

“You’re the prettiest girl in school” Kiera always said “Yet you hide behind books”

I always brushed her off when she said this, I was average, and I liked books. They took me to a whole new world that was far more interesting than my own. That’s basically how I felt about my life, average, boring, and plain. There was nothing special about me or my world, I wasn’t about to head off to some big university or to travel Europe, I was about to spend my summer working at Dairy Queen and then heading off to community college.

I was so caught up in my romance novel that I didn’t even realise I was walking straight into an open locker door until it literally smacked me in the face. I toppled over backwards, books flying everywhere and me preparing for my head to smack the tiled floor.

Then everything stopped.

I opened my tightly shut eyes and found myself looking up into the greenest pair of eyes that I had ever seen.

“Are you okay?” I deep voice asked, my eyes zooming in on a perfect set of lips just above mine.

“I- ugh” I stuttered, it was then that I realised that my but was on the ground but my shoulders and head were being cradled in the safety of a strong pair of arms that had caught me just before my head hit the tile that would surly cause a trip to the hospital.

Green eyes lifted me up as though I wade nothing and set me on my feet, I turned around to face him. No wonder he had lifted me up so easily, instead of looking at a set of eyes I found myself starring straight into a black t-shirt covering a broad chest. I looked up into the tan face of what I could only assume was a god.

A very rugged, bad boy, sexy god

“Hi” Green eyes said, flashing me a smile of pearly white teeth “I’m Logan”