Not So Different

Not So Different: Prolouge

Prolouge

I sprung up.

My dark hair plastered on my face.

Sweat streaming down my body, my heart going a million beats per minute, and my breaths quick and shallow.

I took a gasp of air, the deep inhale charging my numb limbs, and calming my overactive body down.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead making a look of disgust as the sheen of gunk fell over my hand.

I had a dream. Everyone has dreams. But my dreams were different. My dreams were vivid, breathtaking, and always focusing on the same person.

Diego Chavez.

Yes, the Diego Chavez who was leader of Riverview high, who dated Antonia[ the schools biggest backstabber], and the same guy who had been ruining my life since as long as I could remember.

I sighed blowing out a breath of frustration my thoughts turning darker as my mind raced back to my dream.

But it also was the same Diego Chavez who made my blood run, kissed me so hard I couldn't stop from wanting to jump him, and looked like a god.

Are we on the same page on who I'm talking about right?

Perfect Brown hair the kind you really wanted to run your hands through and couldn't stop when you did.

And

The sexiest chocolate eyes in the whole motherducking world. And that's out of 7 billion people.

Sigh.

I groaned in annoyance as I finally realised how pathetic my thoughts were.

My drunken haze breaking down as my logical side came ringing through.

Sophie, get your act together chick.

So he's completely hot and you've been having hot, bed dreams about him all week.............

Sigh again. 

He's still the one who you can't stand, who aggravates you so much you've almost murdered the kid, and who does your enemies dirty work by messing with your mind.

Something that very few people can do.

And to top off the fact he's manipulated your heart too.

Shut up pansy

My mind shouted causing me to shrink back in my bed my thoughts becoming incredibly somber at my confession.

I know, I know, how can someone as beautiful,independent,strong,and amazing as me be hurt by a Riverview snobby rich kid.

You would understand if you looked in to his eyes.

It should be illegal.

I dragged my nails in my sheet squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to comfort my psychotic thoughts.

Only two more years of this. I thought. The idea making me grunt in annoyance because that sounded like a frigging long time.

But after that..... I thought eagerly, my evil mind breaking in and stealing the last peaceful thought from my brain.

No he'll probably follow you. Torturing you through your pathetic life, and than you'll die. And you guys can both say hi in hell.

With that, an imminent frown shadowed my face and I groaned. Smashing back on my bed as a sense of doom fell over me.

I was getting screwed.

And I wasn't referring to my dreams this time.