Dreaming about you
Chapter 1
Cold sweat presses to the skin of my forehead, making me shiver. Never had I experienced anything like that before. I wrenched the sheets off me. Who was that boy? I couldn't even picture his face. All I could remember was his soft lips on mine. I'd never seen him in my entire life. I pulled my tank top straps up stretching my arms towards the ceiling.
I glanced around the room that was overcastted by shadow, my eye catching the neon blue lights displayed on my clock. 5:30 a.m. I pulled back my black curtains, revealing the window that overlooked my pool, garden and backyard. I could hear birds chirping softly, it seemed peaceful this morning. I yawned covering my mouth as I did. Only one more week and I'll be able to sleep in as much as I want, I thought. My bare feet padded across my carpeted floor into the bathroom, silently.
I shedded my clothes and slipped into the shower, turning the water on super hot. Those striking green eyes flashed in front of me and I covered myself but realized it wasn't really there. It had seemed so realistic, I could have swore the dream was real, alas that was impossible. If only the kiss had turned into something more. I heard my alarm go off which signaled I needed to be out the door in five minutes. I hurriedly rushed out of the shower, pulling on a pair of ripped jean shorts and a blue tank top that said "You don't know me." I grabbed my book bag, cell phone, ipod, homework all the while running down the stairs, putting my flip-flops on and having a pop tart in my mouth. That was major skills. I walked out of my simple house to find the air thick and muggy.
"Ugh one of those days." I said, pacing on my porch for the bus to come. I would have taken my car but the school had limited parking space. It was on beachfront property and I knew even if tried to park there wouldn't be any left. Right on the dot at 6:30 my bus came to a halt in front of my house.
"Hello, Trinity it's nice to see you again.
"You too Paul, it's been a while." Paul was one of the most coolest, nicest bus drivers a high school student could ask for. He was in his mid-twenties with brown curly hair and a go-tee. He was a total surfer geek even though that was usually went I went for he was just too old for me. I strode down the aisle and took a seat. I heard a couple wolf whistles and I turned to come face to face with the biggest player in our school, Damen.
"Hey baby, wanna come to my party Friday night?" He asked with a totally-full-of-himself-smirk. His brown eyes looked into mine, daring and ready. Even if he was hot I hated him for being such an asshole. He could at least show some respect to the girls here. His blonde hair was spiked up which went along with his tanned skin and muscular body.
"Why would I? You know I hate you right?"
"Why would such a pretty face hate me?" He asked, innocently. His hand tilted my chin up but I smacked it away.
"Because you treat girls like play toys and leave them broken after your done playing with them. You're a self centered bastard who only thinks about sex."
"Aw don't be like that sweetheart." He put on a puppy dog pout and sat down next to me.
"Get away from me loser." I spat at him.
"You got guts girly, dare ya to say that again." He taunted, watching me closely. I got right up in his face, pulling my knees up so my feet just lightly touched his leg.
"I said get away from me." My feet pressed against his leg and I shoved him out of the seat. All the guys in the back laughed.
"Bitch." I heard him mutter. "I'll get you one day. That innocence of yours won't last forever." He gave me an evil grin.
