Lucy

Chapter 1

I leap onto the next roof, making sure my hood stays on.  I don't even think about looking over my shoulder.  All I can focus on is the crisp air biting at my face, the pounding of my boots on the cement rooftops, and the gun I take special care in obscuring from anyone's curious eyes.

 I slide down the fire escape and jump through an open window.  Apparently it was a bedroom window because on the bed was a very intimate couple.  They freeze, like someone just stopped time, and I wave at them before running through their apartment.  I breeze through the hallways of my ratty apartment complex and slam through my studio.  

I punch in the code for my safe and place my glock 19 beside a picture of Poppa and a wad of cash before stripping into nothing but black panties and a gray tank top.  I open my window and let the sounds of the night fill my studio.  I let my right leg dangle out the window while I pull my left knee to my chest.  After about two hours, I return to my twin bed and fall into tainted sleep.

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I jump out of bed and throw on black jeans, a loose gray tank top, and black boots.  I grab my denim book bag before jumping out the window and down the four-story-high fire escape.  I stopped at the local coffee shop and order a medium black coffee and a bagel.  While I was waiting, Mia Russo came waltzing in with her cult, waiting at the doorway for everyone to bask in her "glory".  I roll my eyes as I doodle on a stray napkin, thinking about how everyone bends over backwards for her but she does nothing for them in return.  

My order gets called and I quickly grab it, throwing a "thanks" over my shoulder.  On my way out, I run into something hard.  A person, I deduce.  I look up to see Hayden Wells, golden boy of Lakeview High.  He looks down on me with an apologetic yet surprised smile.  And it wasn't the kind of surprised smile that read, "oh God, I ran into a girl with scorching hot coffee."  It was the kind of smile that said, "I've seen you before I just didn't think you left your house." 

"I am so sorry.  I can't believe I didn't see you there," he says, backing out of our close proximity.  While he's hung up on apologizing, I'm getting ready to rush out the door.  But I do get to take a good look at him.  His light skin is sprinkled with freckles and his eyes are a mix of brown and blue.  His brown hair is styled into that messy yet neat way that all the guys try to do, but he somehow pulls it off.  He is muscular but lean, probably from being the star soccer player at our school.  All in all, he was pretty nice to look at.

 "It's fine," I reply, pulling myself out of my thoughts.  I walk out the door, the warm April air hitting my skin.  I finally arrive at school and I get my books from my locker and stalk off to first period. 

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By lunch I was ready to slap about everyone in this school.  I make my way out of the front enterance and through the sports field which I have to cut across to get to the back of the school.  As I'm walking, I get a sense of being watched and quickly look to my left to find that I was, in fact, being watched.  I was being watched by the golden boy himself, Hayden Wells.  

"What?" I question as he walks towards me.  

"You're that girl I ran into at CeCe's today, right?"  I nod.  "I'm Hayden, Hayden Wells.  You?"