Saved by the Bad Boy

Chapter 1

I feel a twinge of jealousy as I watch my brother and his girlfriend look in each other's eyes with so much love. My brother has never looked so happy, I long to feel that love and happiness. I long for it so much that it hurts, I blink back a tear, thinking of my last boyfriend. He cheated on me with another girl. I can't look at him anymore, I can barely look at couples, love is only pain. Love is only trouble and causes heartache. I tell myself over and over to push away the pain, the jealousy. I sigh and get into the passenger seat of my brother's car and put my feet on the dash. I go on my phone and check my assignments. I lean my head against the seat and feel the cold breeze from the open window. I've always loved the cold, ever since I was little. I open the sun visor and open the little mirror in it. I check my makeup and fix my hair and mascara. My bleach blonde hair falls over my shoulders, my high cheekbones are highlighted with blush and my pale lips are still pale even with pink lip gloss. My gray eyes are blocked off and cold. I've had a few people think I could be albino, but I'm not. I was born brown-haired, but my hair turned white after the...accident. I've never told anybody what happened. I was at my dad's work, he has a chemist and I was 13 and loved to try and act smart. So I was mixing together liquid nitrogen, dry ice and other chemicals, and when I went to show my dad what I made I slipped and I fell over and the mixture spilled all over me, and it was freezing cold and it hurt. But it also spilled on an outlet, shocking me. I was in the hospital in a coma for 3 days, that was the week my hair started to turn white. And because of that accident, I got special...abilities. I learned about them almost two weeks after when I was getting a pan of brownies out of the oven. I was being really dumb and forgot to put gloves on before. I stuck my hands in and grabbed the hot pan with my bare hands. Well, it was hot, but the next thing I know is the sides are covered in ice and I don't have any burns. Well, ever since I've been trying to hide this power. Luckily, I'm still the only one to know about it, sometimes I like to practice, it's fun to mess around with, controlling ice. And I never get cold. I smile thinking of it; it's nice on hot days, I can lower the temperature of my room. But I can't control the ice when my emotions are high, so I always have to try to stay calm. I'm shaken out of thoughts by my brother getting into the car. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a wide jaw. He's about 6'1 and drives a tiny smart car, so it's pretty funny. At least I think it's funny.

"Cali? Caliga!" I realize he's been repeating my name while I'm staring into space, I blush.

"Sorry."

"How was school?" He asks while he starts the car. I shrug as he pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main road. I lean against the window and think about new technology articles to post on my blog. Yes, I have a blog, I'm a different teenager. I know a lot about computers and it's fun to teach people through my blog. It's actually really popular. Maybe there's a device I can make that'll make me more popular. Maybe then someone will be attracted to me. I shake my head and sigh.

"Arther?" I ask.

"Hm?" He answers, distracted.

"How are you so happy with Lucy?" His eyes flicker to me, surprised.

"Because, um, when you find that right person, it's like, the happiest feeling in the world, it's like everything is...complete." I sigh wondering if I'll ever find that person, "You'll find someone. I promise you will Cali." He says reading my thoughts. He smiles at me and I look back out the window. When we get home I go straight to my room and sit down at my desk. I open my laptop and get onto my blog. I post about how to create a website that I wrote up real quick in my free time. But I keep getting distracted. But I can't help but feel down. Especially today being valentine's day. It's a stupid holiday, I shouldn't be upset about not having anyone at 17. I still have plenty of time. But I feel a tear roll down my cheek. I shake my head angrily, no it's so stupid. I don't need anyone, I don't need anyone. After a while, I'm getting bored so I open an online dating website. I smile at the idea and quickly hack into Arther's old account. I scroll through all of his personal questions and answers and instead of laughing I only feel worst. I push the chair back and stand up. I stretch and look at the time. Wow, it's already been a few hours and I haven't even done my homework. Eh, I'll do it tomorrow during lunch. I go downstairs looking for something to do.

"Mom? Arther?" Looks like I'm home alone. I think a nice long walk will be good. I open the door to 40° air. I smile and walk through my grass to the sidewalk. The grass needles brush my skin and the sky is gray. But I don't mind. I walk down the sidewalk waving to neighbors but walking fast enough that they can't say anything. I stop and look to the sky when I start to feel drops. The wind picks up, blowing through my clothes and the rain starts to pour, I close my eyes, relaxing. The rain traces my face and I spin and dance on the sidewalk in the rain. But when I open my eyes I tense up again. Across the street, I lock eyes with a pair of dark, hard, brown eyes. He leans against a tree, hides in the shadows. His messy, dark, brown hair moves with the wind, his lips are pursed in a line and his jaw is clenched. I blush that he saw me dancing in the rain. A sly smile appears on his lips and I get a little uncomfortable. But as I walk past him I realize who he is, Einar Barloc. He goes to my school and is only a grade above me, a senior. He is the one getting in a lot of trouble and in fights. And let me tell you, he knows how to fight. I'm pretty sure he's won everyone that he's been in. So...I find it a bit creepy that he's watching me. I turn around and walk toward my house. I start to walk faster, feeling his eyes in me. It's fine, he must just live around me and saw me. I run across my yard and open my door, shutting it and locking it behind me. But I have a feeling that he was there for a reason and that we'd meet again.