Number 13

Prologue

Eldon Martin. The schools number 1 jock. Although on my list he ranks 13. Or will sooner than later.

1. John Wilson - Our Football teams Running Back

2. Luke Harrison - Our Hockey teams Goalie

3. Anthony Thomak - Our Baseball teams Pitcher

4. Caleb Jonah - The schools hottest stoner

5. Brandon Petropolous - Drummer in some band

6. Graham Lupien - Captain of our Dance Team

7. Scotty Taylor - Some sexy skater dude

8. Nick Willard - Hottest geek

9. Jose Ruiz - Our Baseball teams Short Stop

10. Levi White - Our Football teams Kicker

11. Noah Solstice - Our Hockey teams Right Winger

12. Derek Alfredo - Our Football teams Wide Reciver

I made sure to make sure he was number 13, not only is it my lucky number! But, it is also his jersey number.

13. Eldon Martin - Quarterback, Center Forward (In hockey), Designated Hitter (In baseball), Super Genius, Skater Boy, Into Pot, Guitar Player, Overall Player, Captain of every team and club he is part of, and a total Dickhead!

My best friend Francesca looks up from my journal with a mischievous grin on her face. "You have to fuck with him. That guy is a total douche."

"Thats exactly what I'm going to do." I smile back and take the book from her hands. The book that has everything written about the 12 jocks above.

"How was Derek? You never got around to telling me?" Franny asks. I just shurg my shoulder and plop myself onto her bed and laying on my back. I pull out my blunt and place it between my parted lips. I reach over and grab the lighter off of my best friends desk. The flame burns the tip of the joint as I inhale the heavenly fumes. I pull it from my lips and exhale the smoke up towards the ceiling.

"Not as good as I expected. He barely lasted five minutes, and felt like I was having sex with a virgin." I smirk while taking another drag.

"I will seriously never understand you, you Hannah Fox are a legend." She grabs the joint from my fingers and places it between her lips. She blows outwards causing the smoke to form a perfect line, then passes it back to me. "So what happens after you fuck number 13?"

"I move on to 14." I shrug and she burst out her loud unique laugh that can make anyone smile. She moves her long brown curly locks to the other side of her head making it more voluptuous.

"Like I said. Legend." I smile although it isn't true. Smiling isn't my thing, I don't remember the last time I ever really smiled. I see people smile around me all the time especially when I give them the ride of their lives. I simply slip my black dress back on and walk away like nothing even happen. Sure I smile, but the fake kinds of smile that are secretly evil, or I just don't put enough effort into it.

I finish off the joint and am feeling amazing. I put on my little black dress and run out onto the streets with Francesca close behind and just as high. We walk to the music in our minds until we reach the large house of number 13. Eldon Martins party that he so kindly invited us to.

We walk into the house packed with bodies and everything is moving so slowly. I am seconds behind everyone else and it feels amazing. This is the point of no return and Francesca is already dancing with some guy.

I dance on my own to the music, letting it take me under. I tilt my head up and close my eyes as I move. Some guy comes up behind me and starts to move his larger more muscular body against my small frail structure. I let him but open my eyes to look in front of me. Between all the people moving in sync, I see the familiar brown eyes of number 13. Eldon.

His flawless features cause the corners of my lips to turn up as our eyes stay locked. The guy behind me pulls me tighter into him by my hips. I continue to dance and look at Eldon until the song is over. I down a beer and walk towards him trying to prevent myself from tumbling in my heels. The guy tries to follow me but I eventually lose him in the crowd.

I come face to face with the schools golden boy. He hands me a drink and I give him a half smile while taking it from his large hands that brush over mine. I place the cool rim to my lips and let the liquid flow into my system.

"You look like you're having a pretty shitty time for someone who is throwing a party." I give him my infamous smile while leaning forward and placing my cup on the table behind him. He keeps a straight face while keeping eye contact.

"Nothing exhilarating has happened yet." He states. I snatch a joint out of some random hand and take a quick drag. I hold the joint between my fingers and smirk at him.

"I could get your blood pumping." I trail off placing the joint back to my lips and inhaling. "If you are looking for exhilarating." I smirk letting the smoke release with my words. He finally smiles, exposing his deep dimples.

"You are something else." I shrug my shoulders and pass him the joint as he stands up leaving a few inches between us. I look up at him and he blows the smoke in a direct line to my mouth, I inhale and exhale in another direction but keep looking at him. "Dance with me."

We walk into the crowd of sweaty bodies. I press my back against his chest and his chest vibrates with laughter. He removes me and turn me around to face him. His hands grip my waist and pull me into him catching me by surprise. I smirk at him and start moving with him, our bodies fit each other perfectly.

"Where are all your girlies?" I ask him.

"Same place as all your boys." He smiles. I want to smile back at him but I don't.

"Are you jealous?" I joke leaning further into him wanting more than to just dance. He doesn't stop me but I know we aren't going any further than this.

"Are you kidding? I'm way hotter than all the guys you date." He jokes back.

"I don't date. I fuck." I peer up at him and he laughs tilting his head back.

"Oh I know you do." He winks and I smile slightly. "You fuck all my friends."

"And you do the same to mine. What number are you at now? 25?" He looks down with his golden brown eyes.

"Actually 24. What about you?"

"12." He nods and what looks like guilt flashes over his features so quickly I don't even know if I saw it.

"I know I started this but I don't think it is right for you to be doing this to yourself." His smile disappears and he is back to serious. I let out a sarcastic laugh.

"You are jealous. I bet it is what you constantly think about. All the hands that run up my bare thighs, all the names that that I moan that isn't yours." He clenches his jaw and I smile. "Don't worry, I don't moan their names even if they ask."

His body loosens with my words and he pulls me in a little closer. His leans into me and places his mouth next to my ear letting his hot breathe create shivers down my spine.

"I don't want to play this game anymore." He tells me.

"Why? Cause you are winning?"

"No, because I want you. Like the way it used to be."

"You can't repeat the past." I smile and walk away from him, leaving the boy I used to love, and maybe still do love, standing alone.

A/N:

So this is my very first book! This is only the prologue so I hope it is okay.  I kind of made myself a trailer. It isnt very good but it will kind of give an idea of the plot and hopefully make you excited to read! 

At the side is what I picture Francesca to look like! 

The trailer is also on the sidebar