Shackled

Chapter 2

School.

A dreadful place to most of the subordinates in there, but for me?

For me this was an escape.

An escape to a chaotic life that I never wanted. Pain and drama I never wished to live.

I looked at all the faces of people I passed by, engrossed in talks of boy bands, holidays, girls, sports, etc.

I looked at each smiling face that passed by. All were laughing and going on with their day with no care in the world.

I reached my locker and after turning the combination, started to take out all the contents I needed for first period.

"What's a fine thing like you doing all alone?" A voice said nearby me.

I rolled my eyes and turned to see Scott Dawer, captain of the football team. Dark auburn hair, enchanting blue eyes and an ego that surpasses Mt. Everest.

"Well, I was trying to get away from you. It doesn't seem to be working," I said matter-of-factly.

"Well how about you and me have a night out together?" He asked while his eyes not-so-discreetly went to my bosom.

I crossed my arms and glared at him, How about?" I pretended to consider the idea, watching as his eyes lit up with hope, "no," I ended.

"Just do this once for me, please?" He clasped both his hands together and batted his eyes.

"For the last time Scott, No!" I yelled slamming my locker for some kind of added effect.

I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, "You heard her," a brilliantly, deep, charming voice said, "She ain't interested now off you go."

Scott obediently nodded his head and ran with his tail in between his legs.

That was a weird sight to behold. Scott practically running for his life.

Weird. I mentally mushed.

Now who could have such a strong effect on Scott Dawer?

I whirled my body around coming face to face with a storm not to be reckoned with. An unbelievably dangerous and enchanting storm.

Devante Greís.

I felt my throat run dry being near him. He has a notorious reputation for causing trouble. Mix with him and your dead.

He is what I fear Hugo started out as.

His eyes are a dark shade of blue filled with black spots around the iris. A combination that makes him look even more deadly. A wave of brown filled the top of his head.

He was unique. Different. Terrifying.

I shrugged his hand off my shoulder and hugged the books I had collected earlier close to my chest.

He smiled a devilish smile, one that reeked of danger, "What, no thank you?" He asked with a smirk.

He rarely smiled. Either he was in a good mood. Highly unlikely. Or today is the day where my immortality ends.

With this boy anything could happen.

I rapidly shook my head and stepped back, ready to leave, but he grabbed my wrist causing me to hiss in pain.

His smile quickly evaporated, and it was replaced by a deep frown. So much for that good mood.

He tightened his hold on my wrist causing me to hiss again, trying hard to free myself.