Give Me Your Love

Chapter 1

Nanami

I thanked the cab driver, after paying him. I turned to face my new home. Candlewood apartment complex. 'Room 207' I thought. When my father was arrested, they sent me to a orphanage, a couple years later I had found a part-time job at a café near this apartment complex. After about a year I had enough money to rent a apartment near the café, unfortunately I had to transfer schools.

I didn't mind, because I didn't have any friends at my other school and I didn't plan to make any at the new school. I have always been an honour student, with perfect grades and an IQ of 190. I actually skipped a grade, though I should've skipped two.

When my mother died, my father wasn't the same. He kept drinking, he would get angry at me and throw things, once he had got so bad that he beat me until I was almost on the verge of death. My neighbors had busted through our door and saw me, cold and beaten. They had rushed me to the hospital, good thing they did. If they hadn't I would've died that night. I had to have surgery because of internal bleeding. I still have that ugly scar on the lower right of my stomach. The next day he was thrown in jail, and I was thrown into an orphanage for at least 4years. Now that I'm 16 I was able to move out.

"You ok?" A voice from behind startled me.

"I..um...yeah I guess I was just in a daze." I responded rubbing the back of my neck. I looked at where the voice had come from. It was a girl. She looked about my age, with hazel eyes and short blonde hair. She looked beautiful.

"Names Haru Fugi. I live in the apartment right next to yours. Room 208." She gave me her hand to shake. I took it and shook gently "Well I guess that means that were neighbors?" She smiled "I guess so." She starred into my eyes, like she was looking for something. It seemed like years before the silence was broken "Don't worry, since this is a new apartment complex that has only been around for about 2 years not a lot of people have moved here. The people who have moved here are really nice, well besides Shou. He thinks he's a delinquent, but he's really a softy." I plastered a fake smile on my face "Thanks."

We parted ways, when Haru got a phone call. I pulled out the key to my apartment and clutched it tightly 'You just moved into your first apartment, and changed schools in the middle of the year. Your a 1st year, class B in Ganaki High, you just talked to your neighbor. She seemed nice, she said everyones nice in this complex. Should I trust her? Who should I trust? Everyone I trust leaves me. Why do they leave? Well because they dislike me, or should I say hate. Well I wouldn't like me either. I'm to shy, I dont talk much, I'm rude to people for know reason. Though sometimes I'm nice. People hate my hair, and my cloughs. People think I'm weird because of my high IQ.' My thoughts ran wild with excuses for people to dislike me. I stopped when I noticed that I was crying. 'That's weird. I. Don't. Cry.' The thought was more of a fact. I haven't cried since my mother died. I didn't even cry when I was beat. I thought that I deserved it and that I shouldn't cry.

I sighed, sometimes I scare myself.

I finally got to my apartment after taking a few turns and running up two flights of stairs with a suitcase packed full of my things. I inserted the key and turned it. With a satisfying click I pushed open the door with joy. It was a 4 room apartment, with 1 master bedroom (including a bathroom), a kitchen, a living room, and a guestroom. All the floors were a dark wood, the kitchen had an old stove and refrigerator with a small wooden table with two chairs, the living room had a fireplace with a loveseat and a dusty black couch, the guestroom had a bed with a nightstand next to it, with a closet and drawer. It was all just breathtaking to me. Knowing I hadn't grown up in a safe, or nice home anyplace that wasn't my home was absolutely amazing. I even love the chipped wood on the doors!