What's your damage, McNamara?

Chapter one: Greetings and salutations!

I often wonder what my life would be like if I never had went to 7/11 that one Thursday night. If I hadn't of craved that lemon slushy that I was known to be acquainted to. If he hadn't of pushed me into the endless whole of twisted lies and scars on the heart that started in his eyes and ended at the mouth of his gun ready to fire the warning shots to anyone that crossed me. That I didn't sink my own lifeboat. Or maybe that I didn't let him fire a hole in the side.

I strutted into the closest store that sold my sweet treat with $5 in my pocket and a purse full of hair spray cans. As I went to pay I heard a voice that either I hadn't heard before, or I never noticed until now.

"Greetings and salutations! Are you a Heather?" The dark brown haired boy with the dreamiest charcoal eyes held out on hand in an attempt for me to shake it, and another had grasped around a blue raspberry slushy.

"McNamara- uh... Heather McNamara." I shook his hand. Damn that boy had a firm grip. "Dean- uh... Jason Dean. But you can call me JD. I'd say everyone does but you, might I add, is the only person at that death trap that knows my name."

His soft smile turned into a devil like smirk. There was something about "JD" that really attracted me to find out more. What that thing was, was VERY unclear.

"Let me guess, you're the innocent one. The one who stands in the back and is super sweet. The head cheerleader, maybe?" Damn it. That guy can read me like a book! Am I really that predictable? "You could say that..."

For a brief second I felt as if he was stealing my soul, that everything I'd ever known was being twisted and taken away from me. I snapped out of his trance.

"I've got to go... slushy run doesn't last forever...! I'll see you tomorrow at school "JD."" He looked down at his slushy cup and smiled. "Looks like I'm all out. Catch ya later "head cheerleader."" I smiled back and walked out of the store. My face was normal but inside I felt a thousand butterflies.

And that was that.

Heather McNamara may of actually found love. And he was the "bad boy!"

But what was that 'thing' that made me like him? Whatever it was, right now, I didn't really care.