Bad Dreams

Let The Games Begin

Hello my lovey internet friends! ;p I'm so excited to be writing this story and I  hope everyone is enjoying it! So without further ado.... *drum roll*.... THERES CHAPER THREE!! :D Enjoy!

Jefferson Davis High School. This is the place where I, Nicole Miller, have spent the three worst years of my life. And its where I'm forced to spend the rest of my horrible senior year. Every student at this school absolutely loathes me, all but one. But she just decided, not ten minutes ago, that she no longer wanted to be my friend, so now I have none. Even the teachers don't try to hide their distaste for me. Why everyone hates me.. Well I have no idea, I never did anything to any of them. Sure, I wasn't exactly the most social teenager, and I do admit I can but a bit of a bitch sometimes. But its not like I tried to be so anti-social and bitchy, and I wouldn't mind having a few friends. The teasing, bullying and name calling just seems like a big game to them all, and sometimes it does get to me.. but I would never tell any of them that.

"Well don't I look just fabulous"  I groaned to myself, glancing up at my image in the mirror of the girls bathroom.

My cloths were soaking wet and covered in mud, I had mud smeared on my left cheek, forehead, and on the tip of my nose. My hair had clumps of mud caked into it but was slightly less noticeable, due to the dark brown color of my hair.

I waved my hand under the automatic paper towel dispenser , turned on the water facet and dampened the paper towel.  I scrubbed at my face, removing the mud. I then stuck my head under the running water to try and wash out the dried mud. I got out most of the mud and decided I'd have to wait until I got home to wash out the rest. I ringed out my wet hair, then grabbed a brush out of my backpack and run it through my hair a few time.

"That's as good as it's gonna get" I sighed. I didn't keep extra cloths at school, so I have to wear my wet, muddy jeans. I took my jacket off, and thankfully, my shirt underneath was mud free.   

I pulled my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head, and with one last glance in the mirror, I made my way out into the hall. 

 It was the middle of first period, so the halls were empty. I walked down the long hall, lined with lockers on either side. I rounded the corner and run and into someone, I tried to keep my balance, but it was no use. I fall into the hard tile floor.      

"I'm sorry" I looked up to say but stopped when I saw a pair of beautiful blue eyes staring down at me. And of course the owner of the beautiful eyes was no other then the devil himself. Chase Morgan. The guy every girl wanted and the guy every other guy wanted to be. He was popular, the schools football star, honor roll student, and incredibly gorgeous.  He had dark brown hair that fall slightly past his eyes. The eyes that no girl on earth could resist. I let me eyes search him up and down, today he was wearing his team jacket over a plain black t-shirt, dark blue jeans that fit him perfectly and he was wearing a pair of red vans. Chase Morgan, the school's most popular boy.... and biggest douchebag.             

 "Ya done checking me out?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

"I wasn't checking you out, asshole!" I snapped at him.

"It's okay, you can look all you want" he winked at me. "I might even let you touch..." he said, taking a step closer to me. He reached out his hand for me and I scooted backward, into the wall of lockers.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked anxiously.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" 

Kidnap me?

Rape me?

Murder me, cut my body into little pieces and scatter me across the Atlantic?