How to love

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Every nights the same. I wake up shaking and sweating, from horrid dreams.

It was 4:30am and I knew I wasn't falling back asleep so I got up and slipped of my cloths. I stood I front of the mirror. Cuts covered my body. Cuts from my blade. Cuts from sadness. Cuts from hurt. Cuts from anger. Cuts to numb my mental pain. I closed my eyes tight and made my way to my bathroom. The warm water on my skin reminded me of the sun. Once I finished omy shower I dried my body and blow dried my hair. I shuffled to my closet and pulled out an old soccer tournament shirt and a grey jacket. I slipped in my shirt and jacket and grabbed blue jeans and tan uggs. Once I finished I glanced at the clock. It was only 6:13. So I brushed my hair and applied a small amount of make-up. I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs. A note was left on the table.

'Dearest Blake,

I already left for work. Please eat cereal. I love you honey.'

I smiled at the note. I decided to skip breakfast though. I didn't really feel like eating. I grabbed my keys out of a small bowl by the front door and walked out to my bike. Yes bike, I had a motorcycle. It was beautifully black and silver. I put the large helmet over my head and swung my left leg over the bike. I stuck in the key and the engine roared to life. And I was off to school.

When I arrived at school I was surprised to see another bike parked In front of the school. Last time I checked I had the only bike in the school. I parked and turned off my engine. I took of my helmet and put it in my seat.

I walked over to the bike. It was a beauty. The seat was a scarlet red color and the rest was shiny black. I ran my hand on the beautiful bike In awe.

"Why are you touching my bike." I turned around in horror, afraid I was going to get shot. I boy about my age glared at me with his icy blue eyes. His skin was tan and his brown hair, perfectly cut. His black t-shirt showed of his muscles. He was a hunk. I hadn't realized I was staring until mystery boy spoke.

"Like what you see?" mystery boy smirked.

I didn't really know how to respond so I simply said

"Hi, I'm Blake Baily. This is pretty cliche huh?"

Mystery boy shrugged. "Ryder."

Ah so mystery boy has a name. "Sooo... this is your bike?" I asked already knowing he answer.

"Yea, and I'm assuming this is yours?" Ryder leaned against me bike, only one space away from his.

I nodded.

"See you around... Blake" and then Ryder left into the building.

***

I sat in the library on my iPhone.

"Why can't I get past the 4th pipe!" I yelled at my phone. why is flappy bird so hard?

"Blake!" I turned to the familiar voice "your gunna be late for math if you don't hurry!"

I got up and ran to Joy. "hey joy," I started "do you know about the new kid?"

Joy stared at me. "New kid?" She looked around the now crowded hall ways until she spotted a large group of people surrounding a locker. "I'm guessing he's" joy pointed to the group "in there."

As we made our way to the group, questions were flying around Ryder. We don't normally get new kids here at Fruncine High, so when we do this is what usually goes down.

What's your name?

Where are you from?

Single, taken?