The Girl Behind the Mask

Chapter One:

Calvin;
"Dude slow down you're about to pass my apartment!"

Micah slapped my shoulder as I skidded to a stop next to the red bricked building to my right. I wasn't paying attention to the road. I was too distracted tonight, but I didn't know why.

He gave me a grin and took the hand of the slutty blonde he picked up from the bar.

"Thanks for the ride, Cal. Now if you don't excuse me, it's time for me to take this lovely lady up to my room and show her a good time."

He winked at me and the blonde giggled, twirling her hair around her bony finger.

I should've had a girl with me too, but all I did was chug some beer and deny every girl that approached. Something was seriously wrong with me tonight.

They hopped out of the car and closed the door of my red tesla. It had been a long day just sitting at the bar, scanning the dance floor for a girl i could take home. They were all too easy. Easy was my normal, and it was starting to get boring.

I reversed the car and started to drive towards my apartment when i noticed a girl, wobbling across the sidewalk. She was definitely drunk, not able to keep her balance as she stopped by the crosswalk.

When the light turned red for me, it was time for her to cross. But instead of crossing, she swayed on her feet for a minute before passing out to the concrete beneath her.

A random sense of nervousness flooded through me. What the bell was going on with me? It's just some random girl who's a little too drunk to walk home.

I quickly swerved my car over to the sidewalk, parked it, and hopped out. Rushing to her side, I realized how absolutely stunning this girl really was.

She had long, brunette curls that lay around her face, sprawled out on the ground like a fan. Her hourglass body was covered in a short black dress that fit her like a glove. Her features were dark, almost cat like. Freckles were splattered along her fair skinned face.

Everything about her seemed dark and mysterious, including the large scar above her eye and running through her eyebrow. This girl has no color to her. Until she opened her eyes.

The emerald green eyes that faced up to me were as wide as saucers, a terrified look gleaming in them. She looked around, and then she noticed me. She sat up almost instantly, staring at the stranger that stood over her.

"W- Who are you? What am i doing here, what are you-"

She kept cutting herself off, too scared to finish a sentence.

"Well hey there, sweetheart. I was driving by and decided to help the damsel in distress." I smirked.

"I think you've had a little too much to drink. You smell like booze. You passed out, beautiful. Just trying to help." I held my hand out to help her up, a devilish smile playing on my lips.

Her scared, green eyes turned as fierce as a lions in a split second.

"I'm not a damsel i'm distress. I can take care of my self, thank you very much. No need to help, i'm fine."

She stood up, wobbling a bit before grabbing the street sign that stood above us. She pushed my hand out of the way before having a seat on the bench behind us.