Dangerous Games

Chapter 1

Another day in this small town, oh how I can't wait to escape it all. For my life to finally begin. As I make my way through these crowded hallways, I can't help but imagine my life of freedom. How peaceful and wonderful it would be. I had everything planned to the last detail. Even if something was to change slightly I had my back up plan.

"Korra, wait up." My best friend, Samantha screeches pushing past our fellow students to reach me. I mentally face palm for the attention she has drawn. Not that I'm scarred of people noticing the either of us. It's just I like my bubble and attention breaks that personal bubble I keep. I stop at my locker and wait for Samantha to reach me. And then begins the daily spew of this weekends dance. How I need to find a date. How she plans on doing her hair and makeup. And I'm sure something to do with her gorgeous date, Louis James. With his shaggy brown hair and ocean blue eyes, Samantha had fallen quite hard.

As I sift through my papers and books I need, Samantha nudges me forcing my attention away from my wandering mind. Once I look at her she rolls her eyes at my ignorance of her existence, then points her finger behind me. As I turn to look where she points I don't understand who or what she is pointing at. " Can't you see him he is looking straight at you again!" Once the words leave her mouth I see a mess of brown curls with eyes glued to me. I inhale sharply, shocked at who is staring at me, or at least in my direction. I shake off the chills his intense gaze sends through me.

"Sam, you know who he is. He isn't anybody to mess with." I roll my eyes at her, not understanding her need for me to be with somebody so badly.

Snorting as she rolls her eyes at me, " No shit Sherlock! I just find it creepy that he always has his eyes glued to you. Yet the two of you never even spoke a word to each other?" She asks as if she doesn't know the answer.

I sigh and shake my head in response, closing my locker just as the bell rings. Samantha pats me on my butt before sauntering off to her class. I can't help but snort at her childish antics, and grab my English books and binder. I check over my shoulder to see if he is still there but thankfully for me, he has gone.

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Samantha's words keep replaying in my mind. All morning long I could hardly concentrate. My notes are a mess, barely legible. It's as if my senses have become hypersensitive to the eyes that seem glued to my back. My bubble is being popped and I'm finding it hard to not squirm under such an intense gaze. As the bell to lunch rings I jump from my seat gathering my notes at lightening speed.

Heading for safety, I ignore the calls of Samantha. I breathe in deeply as I run passed the students. His stare shouldn't have this kind of affect on me. But it does, that can mean only one thing. He's dangerous, very dangerous. But the scary thing is how curious he makes me.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I collide with a chest as hard as a brick wall. Dropping my books and notes in the process, mumbling apology after apology. My face feels hot, embarrassed from such a stupid little thing. As soon as I look up I regret it. Frozen by the piercing jade eyes that stare into my Atlantic blue ones.

"My fault." His voice was deep and raspy. I gulped and bent down to quickly pick up my now scattered notes and books. He didn't step out of the way or bend down to help, just simply stood there, staring at me. A shiver involuntarily shakes through me. As I pick up my last book and shove it into my bag he kneels down and takes my chin in his fingers, forcing me to look at him.

His voice is low barely a whisper. "You should really learn to watch where you're going. You don't want to run into the wrong people." I suck in a breath and nod, the skin where he has touched burns. Feeling like a small child who has just been reprimanded for being disobedient I scurry off in the direction of safety. Wherever that may be.

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Home ended up being the safest choice, after all no one would be there and I could recover from my near death experience. I'm sure most people would say I am just overreacting, but the darkness that those eyes held told me I was one-hundred percent justified. I texted Samantha, letting her know I wasn't feeling well, so she wouldn't worry about my strange disappearance. As I flop in my bed once I'm up the stairs leading to my bedroom, there is a pounding at my door. My heart dropped, my parents were out of town, and nobody but Samantha would come here. As I made my way back down the stairs the pounding continued. But it was on the door, it was my heart. Everything screamed at me to not open the door, or even look outside to discover who it was. But I ignored it as I peeked out the window I almost screamed. I quickly rushed to the door and opened it, against my better judgement.

"What are you doing here?" I couldn't help how my voice seemed to squeak like a mouse. It was what happened when I was scared. The smirk he sent my way did nothing to calm the beating of my heart. Damn hormones.

"You dropped this, and since you live so close by I figured I would return it." His smirk seemed to stretch into a full blown smile while mine morphed into one of horror and confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"When you bumped into me you dropped your book. I'm here to give it to you." He rolled his eyes at me. His personality had done a complete one-eighty. I scoffed at his stupidity.

"I get that, I was talking about..." cut off by his intense stare, I looked down. As I fumbled through my mind for words, he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

" You'll see." He smirked drop his hand from my chin and walked away. Quickly recovering from my shock I slammed my door shut. Shaking off the weirdness of this day, I ran back up to my bedroom. How did my life just do a complete one eighty? Why did it have to involve the troublemaker of town?