I Found

Chapter 1- I Found... A Boy

"Those that cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark."

-Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Demon In My View.

My heart was racing.

My hands felt clammy and I nervously clenched and unclenched my hands. I swallowed uneasily. My feet were stuck in place. I was internally conflicted between two choices; both of which were undesirable at this moment.

I could either run away, far far away, be late and unprepared for class and life itself. Or I could grow some lady balls, as my dear little sister likes to say, and face my fears, walk calmly to the guy in front of my locker and politely ask him to move so I could get my books. Only problem was, the very person standing in my way to my future academic career, was playboy Angel Hastings. The very teenager was as nasty as he was handsome; his dark curls made for his captivating icy blue eyes. The guy could kill with a single look. Unfortunately for me, this guy is also a huge unpredictable douche-purse, so even walking up to him to talk could go either way. He could either brush it off without incident, or Angel could do the very thing he is known for- being an asshole.

I glanced at my watch. I only had fifteen minutes till my first class, which was on the other side of school. Fifteen minutes that were slowly counting down to the panicked sound of my heart pounding in my chest. Swallowing the lump of fear caught in my throat, I took my first step towards my imminent death. Or humiliation. Death honestly sounded better.

As I neared my locker, I realised he was not alone. Apparently my unlucky day had only just begun, for Mr Nasty Pretty Boy was not only leaning on my locker, but he was also flirting shamelessly with Mrs Queen Bee, Laurel Brooks. That wasn't the end to my torture, no, because they were also accompanied by all their friends.

In tow with Laurel, were her posse; Selena Perri, a beautiful curly haired, mocha coloured cheerleader, and Gabby Lee- ironically the asian woman was a dumb as she was pretty. In turn, talking to the three most popular girls in high school, was resident bad boy Zane Quinn. Even someone as socially awkward as me had heard the rumours surrounding the talented basketball player. Apparently not only were they amazing-scouted-by-prominent-collage-basketball-teams kind of player, they also held the No.1 golden trophy for womaniser of the year. That made them arrogant and overconfident; both which were intimidating as fuck.

I internally cursed my own luckless morning.

My day had started out in the most unexpected way. Most days I would wake up to my alarm as dawn began peeking above the horizon, get myself ready for school, woke my younger sister, Sabrina, up and then I left. I always got to school early. For me it was routine. Mediocre, and I liked it that way. But not today. Today I was out of routine. Sabrina woke me up with only half an hour to spare, I missed breakfast and could already feel my stomach trying to eat me from the inside. And lastly here I was, late for class and already wishing the day would end.

I glanced back at my watch.

Ten minutes.

I could already feel the panic wrapping it's invisible forces around my rip cage. I weighed my options before me. I could wait until they go away, and face the whole class staring at me and the teacher pulling me up on the spot. I could already feel the condescending stares from my class mates and my English teachers shrill voice, "And why are you late?!".

My feet decided before I could form a thought on the matter, and I found myself standing one stride away from the daunting delinquent who stood in front of my locker. It was now or never.

"Um... E-excuse me?" I tried, hating how timid I sounded, but feeling to chocked up to to utter anything above a whisper.

He didn't answer. He was much to engrossed in rubbing Laurel's shoulder and laughing at his own sexist jokes to hear me.