Chapter 1
I walked down the hallway to my locker, put my books in a neat pile inside, and was turning around when a hand covered my mouth. I jumped.
"Shhh," came a deep smooth voice from behind me, and I relaxed a bit.
"Did you really have to do that?" I exclaimed, my voice muffled by his hand.
I heard him laugh then he let me go, and turned me around to face him. When he did, Devon was gazing down at me with his gorgeous eyes. My will and self-preservation melted instantly, like the norm.
"Morning, Devon," I say, breathless.
"Morning, Nova," he says, half smiling and half smirking at me.
"How did you sleep?" I ask him.
"Lonely without you," he says, touching the tip of my nose.
I frowned, "I was late for my curfew." Remembering the look on Mrs. O’Malley’s face when I had come in thirty minutes late from my date with Devon, it was like a run over platypus.
"I’m sorry," he says, frowning too.
I smiled, "I'm not," also remembering how he kissed me last night. I look into his eyes almost as if staring into his soul. I breathe in from both my nose and mouth. He leans closer to me and a warm feeling spreads through my chest. I smile again.I reach up and cover the last few inches between our lips. He kisses me lightly and I put my hands on his chest, and then over around his neck. His hands slip around my waist and-
"Kissy, kissy, kissy!" comes a rude voice interrupting our ‘good morning’ kiss.
Devon turns around slowly to see who was being rude to us. Nate Tinson.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Tinson boy. Where's your latest bimbo buddy?" Devon asks in a taunting voice. But before Nate can reply, the warning bell rings.
"See you in seventh hour!" Devon tells me letting me go and kissing me lightly on the cheek.
The rest of the day went very fast and before I knew it the bell for seventh hour rang so I to rush to my math class. I had never paid much attention in geometry anyway and it was the only class I had a D- in. But ever since l had met Devon with his gray eyes and black hair, I was bound to get an F.
I walked into the room and someone whistles at me, it was Devon grinning up at me like a fool his legs crossed and his hands behind his head, hot as usual. So I decided to play along.
"Hey! Hey!" I say, doing the catwalk to my desk. I put down my stuff and walk back to his desk.
"Nova, when are you going to get over Devon? ‘Cause when you do, just call me.” says Joey the Slob in a hopeful voice.
"Don’t hold your breath cause then you'll die. Oh, wait I take that back, go to hell.” Yeah, yeah, I know I’m being a bitch, but he just really ticks me off and from the corner of my eye I see Devon smirk.
At the end of the hour the bell rings for the weekend. I know Devon is out of town this Friday and I wonder what I could do to keep busy without him. I take the bus back to the Crystal Lakes Orphanage in Minnesota. This is where I had to stay in until I turned eighteen. I was counting down the days till then: it was one year eleven months and twenty-two days. My birthday had been last week and I smile remembering the present that Devon gave me. A necklace with four squares made into one diamond and in each of the four squares there where four more square diamonds, each a different shade of green. I walk in the front door of the orphanage and sign in, saying that I got home safely from school. Then signed right back out saying I was going ' somewhere ' though knowing exactly where I wanted to go. It was the place I always went when I wanted to relax; get lost in something else. Dawn's Bar and Grill, where my friend Max works. I walk down a mile or so where the Restaurant/ Bar was. They always had a DJ come on Friday nights and he would stay till one or two in the morning.
It was three thirty by the time I got there, and it was practically empty.
"Hey, Nova." I hear Max's voice call to me.
"Hi, Max, what’s up? I ask seeing him come around the corner and look at me. He was twenty-two and he had eyes that were the color of a cloudless, clear blue sky. They contrasted his dark red hair. A ginger, I had heard, a person who stole people's souls and gave them to some powerful ruler, who ruled the ginger domain. Pathetic story really. I was told once that I was a ginger. Twice actually. But it could never be true because, I didn't have orange or red hair, or blue eyes, or thin skin and I did NOT steal people's souls!
"Nothing much," Max says smiling at me. "Staying for the party?"
“Absolutely.”
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Falling for Red Hair
Romance17 year old Nova, has always been a orphan, and is most certain that she will always be. But her world is shattered by one step in the wrong direction and she finds that some old legends are not what they appear to be. She is thrown into a whirlwind...
