Trace

Chapter 1

Christine Lowell wasn't an ordinary teenager, and she discovered this on her sixteenth birthday. It was the day of her High School Graduation, and she was giving her Valedictorian speech. She walked nervously up to the podium, smiling at her parents, little sister, and best friend Chelsea. 

"Christine!" She heard, and turned to see a boy with noticeably blonde hair. She turned towards the voice with a startled look on her face. He jerked his chin, and indication that she should follow him. 

"Christine, what are you looking at?" asked the principal, shocking her out of her thoughts. She wanted to present her speech, but a compelling feeling attracted her to the boy. The boy motioned her to him again with a more impatient look on his face. Just then, she realized her parents were standing near the boy with an urgent look on their faces. 

"Christine? Christine?! Christine Lowell!" She heard. 

"I..." She gave an apologetic look to her principal, who now looked worried. She was torn between presenting her speech, and following the mysterious boy. But she couldn't follow the boy. Why would it make any sense to follow him? She reasoned. She looked back at him guiltily.

"Christine?" She heard again. She disregarded her previous thought, and began to present her speech.

"Christine!" She looked up cautiously at a pause in her speech. There he was again! He looked worried she shouldn’t follow him. I can’t just abandon my High School Graduation, this is important. So she continued her speech. 

"Christine!!" Somehow that odd boy made her name sound like a whole speech depicting matters of Life and Death situations. She glanced around the room, and upon seeing everyone looked up at her expectantly, she continued. As she spoke, she couldn't focus on putting emotion into her words, she wasn't even paying attention to her words. All her thoughts were focused on the pale blond boy with light blue eyes.

Finally an intermission came. Everyone knew she wasn't finished with her speech, so the congratulations came later. She was supposed to stay on the stage practicing, but she couldn't do that. She saw the boy start to leave, and she knew she wouldn't be able to find him again. But why should I follow him? What if he's some rapist or he could be in a gang or.... All these thoughts ran frantically through her head. A gang? A rapist? Come on Christine, seriously? Stop being so melodramatic. She thought to herself. She glanced again at the leaving boy. 

 She looked around, dropped her papers, and ran after the boy, who was just opening the huge auditorium doors. She stammered some excuse about needing to use the restroom on her way out. She stopped near the back exit, and was shocked to find her parents gone. She looked at the boy, who stood near 6 feet tall, angrily. 

"Took you long enough," He said. "Sorry about the whole parent’s glamour, it was the only way to get you to come," He finished sheepishly. 

"What do you mean? My parents, I thought...." She trailed off, not entirely sure what she wanted to say. 

"Magic." He answered simply. "Anyway, are you coming, or not?" He asked her with the hint of a smile playing on his lips. He looked simply as if he knew he had gotten Christine hooked on following him. 

"Christine Lowell!" She heard her principal shout. 

"Hurry Christine." She turned and saw the strange boy running off at almost light speed, leaving her stunned. She turned halfway to the principle, and then without a second thought she turned back and ran after the other boy. 

They stopped at an alleyway that gave her an eerie vibe, towards the back of the school,

"So where exactly are you taking me..." Christine trailed off. For the first time she found herself wondering what the mysterious boy's name was. 

"Hey, what's your name?" She asked him, interrupting her own question. 

"Which answer do you want?" He asked her, rather amused. 

"Is there more than one answer?" She snapped, feeling flustered.

"Not really," He said keeping that annoying smile on his face. 

"Fine, your name then," She replied angrily. 

"Well, if you like," He started, "You could very well call me Sexy, but I can also be Amusing," He told her with a lop sided grin on his face. She sighed with frustration and decided there wasn't really any point to even talking to this odd boy. Her thoughts began to trail off to the graduation she bailed on and the speech that she had just thrown on the gym floors without a second thought.

"-so you need to make sure you don't piss him off," Christine came out of her thoughts when she heard him speaking. He gave her a once over, furrowed his brow, and continued.

"Also, I know I'm irresistible, but please listen to what I'm saying instead of staring at me." He finished, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face.

"What did you say Blondie?" Christine asked him, regaining her composure. She wasn't sure why she chose to call him Blondie. It was certainly better than sexy or amusing. 

"Did you just call me Blondie?" He snorted. Christine frowned.

"Yes I did. I find it much more preferable to 'sexy' or 'amusing'," She retorted, voicing her thoughts. 

"Right, okay. So, as I was saying while you gawked at my stunning looks," He smirked, "I'm taking you to see a friend of mine. Maybe a few friends. Just don't piss him off please, it's better when he's in a good mood." 

"What's he going to do, use voodoo on me?" She asked him, only half joking. 

"It's possible." He said, not smiling.

After about ten minutes of walking, they stopped at a cafe that Christine went past everyday on her way to school, but never went into. Albeit it being painted bright pink and filled the street with a homely scent, it just didn't seem like a place she would want to hang out. 

Just as Christine was about to push the door open, the boy jerked her away, muttering a string of profanities. While the boy, with his magical powers, stood up unscathed, Christine had fallen into a small puddle of murky water, successfully ruining her dress.

"What the hell-" Christine jumped up, however, her natural clumsiness took over. Her foot caught into the hem of her dress, and she fell back to the ground, hitting her head on a fire hydrant. That was the last thing she saw before descending into darkness. 

 AN: Thanks for reading Trace and I hope everyone likes it so far :D Please Vote if you liked it and want us to continue the story. Any comments or questions you know where to put them c: