Black Rose

Prologue

 (PICTURE OF DANNY ON THE SIDE!!!)

Prologue

We always find ourselves wanting something we can’t have.

If you’re poor, you’ll want to be rich, if you’re ugly, you’ll want to be good-looking, and if you’re fat, you’ll want to be skinny. But if you’re like me, you’ll always want the most unattainable thing. The love of your life. For me, that was Jeanette Marcus. Sexiest, smartest, and meanest girl at school. Yeah, she was kind of a bitch, but she had a good excuse for it.

She was the leader of the Black Roses. The most elite female gang at Kinston High. Totally hot.

Black Roses all have this dress code: black everything. Black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and black stiletto heels. Always four inches high. It also went perfect with Jeanette’s long black curls and her sun deprived skin. When she had on red lipstick, she looked like a vampire. Who knows, maybe she was a vampire? It would explain her bitchyness. But I knew she wasn’t. I’ve touched her skin before. It was warm and soft. Angel skin.

I’m the type of guy girls date to piss off their dads. Yeah, I’m that hot. (I know that sounds unbelievably corny and all, but it’s the truth and that’s only way to explain it.) With my shadow like blonde hair and my striking black eyes. My naughty grin that makes girl’s hearts jump. My toned bod that even distracts guys in the locker room. I’d like to believe I’m irresistible…or at least trying to be.

She touched me. It was September, an early school morning at Kinston, and I was surrounded by my normal crowd of girls. Most of them in love with me, the others all ex-girlfriends. Like Sandra Gem. Sandra and I dated all junior year. She was a short, pretty blonde with blue eyes like the ocean. Sandra was a sweetheart, she did everything for me. She bakes me sweets on holidays, never rejects my PDA , and always made sure I felt like a king. But sugar and spice and everything nice wasn’t for me. I wanted dark. I wanted bad. Anyway, Jeanette walked into Kinston in a pretty black mini dress. It was flowing and brushing back and forth at her thighs. Oh, how I wished I were her dress. She was surrounded by the other Black Roses who gave nasty looks at whoever passed them. She caught me staring at her and I winked. That’s when she walked towards me, putting her hand up to signal her crew to disperse. They cleared from her side. The crowd of girls around me parted like the Red Sea so that Jeanette could pass.

“You like what you see?” she said, raising her eyebrows and pouting her lips.

It was all I could do to keep my dick in my pants.

I touched a curl, gave her my sexiest smile and replied, “Very much.” I bit my lip and did a once over. That’s when she touched me. She brushed her fingers across my lips, my chest, and my bare arms. Shivers controlled my body.

“See you later,” she whispered in my ear.

She walked away leaving me clueless, unbelievably horny, and…in love.

Ever since then I’ve remained single, so that she’d know I was available, and deprived myself from sex. I guess you could say I was saving myself for her. I would watch her everyday, not like a stalker, and try to memorize her curves and luscious lips. She was single too, but then again she was never the type of girl who dated guys. Of course she wasn’t a nun or anything. Someone that badass couldn’t be a virgin. Her outfits said so.

It’s been four months since that encounter and I feel like I grow more and more in love with her each day. I wonder if she thinks about me. I haven’t exactly talked to her since then. How could I have been such a retard? Two words was all I said, two words! If I would’ve known I’d be Jeanette deprived for four months, I would’ve made myself known to her. Claimed her as my own. But I just had to get caught up in her sexiness. Damn. I was such a loser.

A loser who was in love with Jeanette Marcus.

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So this was just an idea i had...should I keep going with it? Let me know!!!!