The Bad Boy in The Leather Jacket

Chapter 1

"What do you want Tony?" I  groaned as I slammed my locker shut. The bad boy lay slyly on the locker next to me, cliché much? "You." I couldn't help but snort at his attempt of flirting. Sure he's hot, with brown, messy curls, the perfect body, the perfect face and a stunning smile...wait, no. He's a player. And I'm not letting him get to me, okay ill be honest. I wish he wasn't all that perfect, he's a straight A student and the teacher's pet but when the class door closes. He's everyone's nightmare, he doesn't scare me, no one does, I'm the one scaring everybody, can you blame me? "Tony, class starts in 5 minutes. Shoo," I said turning my back to him.

"So?  A little fun wont hurt," he said walking up to me and smirking, tucking his hands into his leather jacket. 

"Tony-" I was stopped by the horrid class bell started. 

"Come on Avia," if its one thing I've learnt from Tony is to never let a playboy, genius sway you into missing class.  

Geography, hated it, always have. I just couldn't pay attention to the lecture sir was rambling about, and I found myself daydreaming. "Avia, any idea how this is possible." Everyone turned to look at me and I just sighed and answered, "Yeah, the tectonic activity is caused by the shifting of the plates under the Earth." Here's the thing, I'm older than everyone in this school but I look like I'm 18, why? I'm a vampire. If my snow like skin didn't say that, I don't know what else to tell you, as well as my blood red hair, perfect shape and stupendous knowledge. I've been through war, kingdoms and now, I'm in a high school. Full of morons, they all think its just make up and plastic,  I'll leave it that like that. Through all my perfection and immortality, I keep it hidden and I'm known as the outcast, the shy girl, the nobody. Its sickening really, the way they discriminate people who look to perfect or to ugly. Everyone has a label, and I'm the outcast, as for Tony. He's the hot bad boy that every girl wants to be with and gets with. Maybe I do have a little crush on him, but I never act on it nor will I ever, at least...that's what I had hoped. 3,2,1, I counted in my head and as expected the bell rang. Immediately I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked out with the rest of students, a sharp turn and the exit door was in sight, a normal ending to a normal day. But it wasn't, no, I was anything but. As I walked out of that door and the bell rang, the students swarmed around me, not daring to push or shove me. As the crowd scattered among the stairs and rails, Tony laid back on the door, I didn't have to turn around to sense that. Something seemed off that moment, I felt passion and lust in the air but I didn't know from where. Probably all the clingy ass couples around here, again. Sickening. Shaking it off, I turned around and started on my way home, the further away from the school, the lighter the feeling got.

I reached home, and as some would call my mansion. Swinging open the large wooden doors, the large red and golden stairs were in my site and I bolted to them. A few twists and turns and I was at the door of my bedroom, yanking the door open, I flung my bag across the room and flopped on my king sized bed, covering my face with several soft pillows and swaddling in tons of blankets. I just wanted to sleep and get away from reality for once. Yes, I live here alone. Parents? Well...that's complicated.

I had a twin brother , his name was Ethan . He was just like me incredibly handsome, stupendous knowledge and everything you would look for in a man. We had a normal life. A perfect life. Our parents owned a small house next to fields of lavender and sunflowers, every morning we would go out and play in the fields, no cares or worries in the world, it was him and  I against the world! When we turned 18, things got terrible and began chipping away at the life I knew. He got sick, really sick. He was constantly in and out of hospitals, no one knew what it was. All they said was, 'We cant cure something that is unknown.'  My parents were all over the place trying to care for him. I couldn't do anything, I felt so guilty and useless. One night, the loneliness got to me and I went to the hospital. As I walked into his room, he lay motionless on the bed, the only source of light in the room was the subtle moonlight seeping through the blinds. Every step I took, I felt the color and meaning of my life slowly strip away, becoming pointless and nothing. My knees buckled as I reached his side, and i  remember holding his hand and a slight warmth and serenity corresed through my veins. I can remember how he looked with all the needles and equipment the held him to this prison that took my brother and life away from me. Tears began flowing and one dripped on his hand, he barely raised his hand. Just enough to wipe away the tears that stained my cheeks, his voice could be heard as clear as day light to me, " Avia, do not cry. Remember, its you and me against the world. And ill always be with you in spirit and in heart." All i said was no, in complete denial and i tried telling him he was going to make it but i knew he wasnt, i was never going to accept it. The warmth from his hand suddenly left and i  heard his last sharp breath before the piercing noise of the flatline on the monitor. In my lost and rage, i ripped the equipment off of him and destroyed every piece of equipment in the room that kept my brother away from me. Doctors burst through the door and ripped me away from my brother's corpse. Tears flew like a broken dam, and that dam was my heart. Soon after, my parents found out, my mother had the same reaction as me, just more controlled, while my dad just tried to comfort her. Months and years passed and i still grieved for my brother, my parents began drinking and fighting, neglecting me. I took care of them and myself, it got overbearing. One day, i packed my stuff. And left. Shots, on top of shots, i drank till i couldnt think anymore. I just wanted to forget. That's when i met Alexander Damon, he ruined my life even more, cursed me with the gift of immortality , when all i wanted to do was join my brother. He turned me and took me in as his 'queen.'  He ruined me and i couldnt forgive him for that, he tried to buy my love, bought me mansions, cars, anything i wanted. Using this to my advantage, i managed to escape his wicked world. I took over one of his mansions that he bought for me, took his money and ran. I didnt hesitate to make myself comfortable, vintage clothes, leisure care and treatments deserved for a queen. Love was no longer apart of me. I wont let Tony change that. Love is nothing to me. Nothing.