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Chapter 2

That night, I decided to get my room furnished and what not. I decided to take the small room upstairs, away from everyone, even though there's not anyone here. I sigh and walk past what would of been my dad's room. "At least he left the keys" I tell myself, opening the door to my new room. I look at it. It's small, but then big. There is a seperate corner in the room, were I plan to put my piano and guitar.

My bed was put in the corner, against the wall. My dresser was across the room from my bed, and my band things were in that small corner. I was in the middle of hanging my clothes when I heard a knock on the outside door. I look at the door in fear. I slowly walk downstairs, careful not to make any noises. I slowly open the door to see a boy. My age. He is wearing a black leather jacket and black pants with a metal keychain hooked across it. I open the door and stand there, sassy like. "Who are you" I sass, trying my best not to look scared. He smirks. "Don't need to know any information, miss. Just follow me" He says, grabbing my arm firmly. I push him away. "No. I'm not going with someone who dresses like that, and who i don't know your name" I cross my arms, looking at him with stern eyes. He rolls his pretty br- I mean, his brown eyes twinkled as he looked me up and down. "Sassy. I like it" He says, inviting himself in. My mouth drops. 

"Well, sure. Come on in" I mumble, closing the door and looking at him. He looks at me, then my hair. I sigh. Of course. You see, my hair is dark brown, but there's a blond streak right in the front. I fold my hair into a bun, trying to hide the blond streak. He smiles. "Your Allison Rae Spree, right" He asks. I eye him. "How do you know that" I ask, and he shakes his head. "I know everything about you, Allison Rae Spree, whom used to live in Iowa, but moved here to California with her dad, who just magically disappeared out of thin air" he raises his eyebrows. I eye him. "How do you know that" I ask, crossing my arms. He shrugs. "I told you, I know everything about you. Now come with me" He says, and I actually think about going with him. Maybe. This kid seems to know everything about me. "Fine. But let me grab my phone" I say, running upstairs and grabbing my Iphone. He smiles as I trip over the stairs.

"Watch the stairs, Allison" he says. I could tell he was grinning by the way he said it. I roll my eyes and run down the stairs, the bun falling out. He looks at me and smirks. "Your bun is falling out, do you want to fix it" He asks me. I look at him. "No, I'm Alisson Rae Spree. I can do my own hair, smart one" i roll my eyes and take my ponytail out. "Are you positive because you just tripped over stairs" He smirks. I eye him. "The stairs got in my way" I explain, looking at him. He looks at me. "Stairs move now" He asks. I turn around, throwing my hair in front of me. I had no time to worry about this boy, whoever this boy was. I take the black elastic and wrap my hair in a high pony. I look at him, grabbing my phone. "You never told me your name" I ask, getting close to him. His scent smelled like smoke. So gross but then so attractive. He looks at me. "It's Jaxson" he says simply. I look in his eyes. So brown. So warm. So soft. Yet so....Rebel