His Little Warrioress

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Melanie Forlise

Present Day

      I entered Weston on my black Harley Davidson. Yeah, I'm a motorcycle fan. Got a problem with that?

      As usual, I got the stares of hate and looks of pure disgust and jealousy from the slutty bimbos they call girls, and, well, looks of ...er...lust from the guys. Yep, I'm the bad girl, but that doesn't mean I get tattooed or weird piercings added to my body. I mean, the piercings alone get in the way of my fighting. One of the girls got one, and the guys she was fighting practically used her belly piercing as a grip to keep a hold on her and beat her up. It looked as painful as it actually was....alright I'm not going into all of the rather gory detail....

      Being the badass also doesn't mean that I'm a slut like those stupid cheerleaders. Those girls have faces caked with makeup an inch thick! I mean, seriously? I rolled my eyes at that thought. Those bitches have hardly any pieces of fabric on you would even consider to be called clothing. They probably don't even happen to own a piece of clothing that would even reach to their knees! I've never ever even been in a serious relationship, unlike the bimbos who slept with a random guy every night. Well, I have been once and I'll never do so again. It just hurts way too much to tell.....all I'll say is that it broke my heart to pieces and I'm still nursing the wounds and scars it left.

      I slid into a parking space right before a car turned in. What can I say? A girl like me has got a reputation to keep up. The red Mazda that I just stole the spot from was having a bit of a honking problem. Okay, so more like the driver was on a honking spree, but the people here don't try to mess with me or they're gonna have to take what's coming at them! I yanked my black helmet and tossed my wavy hair back. Guys from the school steps wolf-whistled at me, but I just ignored them. Those stupid asses are total first class man-whores by reputation, and for a fact I know that every single one is true. The boys are just full of crazy hormones, with no....well....character is the only way to put it.

      Girls, guys, and even teachers alike stared at me as I stalked into the hall and went to my metal locker. Yep, I love to make a grand entrance. All was silent since I entered and the sound of a pin could have been heard to hit the floor if someone dropped one. It took at least a minute or so before all the bustle and chatting resumed. Sluts gossiped and whispered behind hands as I passed them, while others made snide remarks and comments to my face.

      "Oh look! If it isn't the little bitch! "

      "I hear that you slept with every guy in school. Going for the reward for biggest slut, you skank?"

      Why the reaction and the comments? Well, I'm rumored to be the Warrioress, which I am, by the Weston papers. People have more of an easier time guessing who I am, unlike the Huntress. The girls are especially jealous since we steal their spotlight in the eyes of the boys. My identity isn't known to anyone to being absolutely true though..... I wonder who the Huntress, my fellow Weston heroine, is?

      I opened up my locker and grabbed my textbooks. Alright, I admit it. I am a bit of a geek since my grades are all A's, but who can boast that they're the fear of the school and have grades that rival the Weston nerds? I turned around, slamming the locker behind me. That was when the populars made an entrance.

      At the head was Devian Harlow, Weston's golden boy and star quarterback. I mean, seriously, girls could be see drooling, literally drooling, over him. I think I even spotted this short nerdy blonde in the corner having saliva dripping from her mouth. Ewwww! Totally disgusting! Devian is actually pretty hot, with his short brown hair and a couple pieces of long jagged slashes of hair barely touching his green eyes and super toned and tanned body. Yep, Greek god material, but he's a playboy like his friends. Even more so actually.... Behind him was his two best friends Faleron and.....Kyle. Faleron is just as hot with his dark blonde hair and brown eyes, but Kyle? He's ...he's .....Okay, okay! So I had a super serious crush on him since middle school. He was just so darn gorgeous! I know, me being the badass girl that I am, was formerly, and I mean formerly, crushing on one of the players who broke hundreds of hearts with a glance? Sounds a little weird, huh? It's just he seems to make me feel like I want to melt! Okay, so I may or may not still have a teensy bit of a crush on him now......I mean, who does not have a crush on one of the three hottest guys in school? I shook my head to clear it. I didn't want the guys to see I was staring at them like the rest of the female population was. I mean, hello? I've got a reputation and a cover image to keep up here, people! It would be the talk of the school to have the untouchable Weston bad girl staring at the Weston populars. So perfect! Note my sarcasm here, people! It would totally ruin me for life, not that I care actually, but my life as the Warrioress would be on the line. As much as people love the Huntress and I, secret identities are secret on purpose!

      I walked off down the hall to class, shrugging off my black leather jacket as I went and pushing past the throng of giggling girls that were still send flirtatious looks at the trio of teen gods. Suddenly I felt a weird sensation, as if someone was looking at me. I glanced around to meet the stunning blue eyes of none other than Kyle. His wayward black hair and azure eyes faced me as he stepped toward me and the crowd parted where he walked.

      "Mine!" he whispered huskily. Girls gasped. What was his problem ? I'm not his! Who in the world does he think he is?

      "I'm nobody's, Mister! Now back the hell off! " I whipped around to face him and my fists were clenched. I didn't train for years to fight for nothing! At each word, Kyle stepped forward. His normally blue eyes starts turning a midnight blue and his jaw was clenched with determination. That was weird. Hie eyes changed color? Sluts oogled at us from all sides. Okay, this was totally weird. I glanced at the other two of his friends, but they were just giving matching smirks and watching us. That's it! He's got to back off! The teen version of a Roman warrior came closer and closer, making me back up. He reached to grab my hand, but I pulled it away from his reach.         "I said to back off! Don't you understand plain English!" With that I threw a right hook, throwing him to the ground holding a broken nose. With that, I turned on my heels and flopped my hair defiantly as I marched off to class as the warning bell rang. No one stopped me as I made my way away from the scene I just caused, but I felt him stare at me as I walked away, making my heart flutter with self-consciousness.

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Like it? The next one should have a bit more of an inside view on Mel's life. The life of the Warrioress. COMMENT, VOTE, AND FAN PWEASE! As I've said in my other author notes in my other two books, nothing keeps an author going better than comments! I reccommend reading my other two before you read this one though, you'll have a more basic understanding if you read Huntress if the Rogues first. :) Thanks!
                                   ~ Falcon B)