A Love Untouched

Chapter 1

Chapter One

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I watched him. He moved so gracefully, so quickly. But he was silent. Literally and figuratively. He never talked to anyone. He never made a sound. He was so mysterious.

But I didn't know what to think about that. Day after day, his wardrobe consisted of a dark hoodie, black jeans, and his ripped Converse. Day after day, he had his hood on his head, covering his face, his soul.

He landed on the half-pipe with barely any sound escaping his skateboard.

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"Roxanne! Wait!" I frown at the voice and walk faster. Just four more doors until I reach mine...

A hand grabs my arm and I internally sigh, "What do you want, Gi?"

Giovanna looks at me. "Everyone thinks you and Coby are dating."

"God, not that dickhead again." I groan out loud and slump against the nearest locker.

"But the best part, is that he's totally in on the whole idea!" She squeals, as if it's the best thing to ever happen.

I give her my best are-you-kidding-me look and stalk off to math, adjusting my hold on my binder.

"And also, your clothing style is depressing!" She calls after me.

Is wearing skinny jeans, Converse, and an oversized dark hoodie against the law?

Last time I checked it wasn't.

I walk in right as the bell rings, and sigh in relief, blowing a few strands of hair out of my face in the process.

I find a place to sit in the back of the class, where he's sittiing. I always forget his name, but I hear whispers of it now and then.

Never enough to fully remember.

I feel his gaze on me and I don't look at him, focusing on getting everything that I need for class out of my binder.

"Alright, class. Up here on the board is a math equation. I'm giving you ten minutes."

There, written on the board, will be the cause of my death.

5x^-2y^10 over 2x^-1(-3x^-3y^-1)^-2

I sigh in frustration.

My hand starts copying down the equation and I get absorbed in doing my work so much that I don't realize that he's looking over my shoulder.

"Hey! Do your own work, you dweeb."

He looks at me from under his hood, and I can't see anything except his artfully tousled hair.

"You write really neat," he says simply, and turns away.

"Jerk," I say quietly, although my heart is thumping against my chest for some strange reason.

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I start walking back towards History when I hear yelling and cursing.

"Ha. He's such a wimp. Little piece of shit," came a voice I knew devastatingly well. Coby.

What the hell? Was the first thought that popped into my mind as I heard a chorus of laughter.

I rounded the corner slowly, my fingernails digging into my palm, no doubt drawing blood.

I heaerd another mumbled curse and I finally rounded the corner to see him.

Lying on the ground, blood flowing freely from a gash in his head.

I nearly choked, and though the small sound wasn't enough to attract attention, his eyes snapped open and stared at me, filled with fear.

Coby turned around.

I ran.

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Strong hands grasped my arms from behind as I stumbled face-first onto the pavement, crying out in pain.

My hair was whipped across my face, blood on my cheek.

"Hello, pretty. Knew we'd meet again, just didn't imagine it like this. Destiny's a real bitch, huh?" Coby purrred into my ear, and I breathed in the smell of alchohol.

"Get off," I say calmly.

"Oh, not very soon," he grinned maniacally.

"You're drunk, get off before you do something we both regret," I say sternly.

"I wouldn't regret it this time," he says, and I freeze.

So that's how he was playing? Bringing out the touchy topic? I could do that too. It takes two to tango.

"Yeah, I guess my mom wouldn't regret it either, right?"

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*A/N*

Short upload because figure skating competitions, but yay! Hope you like this story! Next uploads will be longer, I swear!

- A