Because it was Love.

Boring life, Boring me, Boring Everything

Hey, So how was the first chapter?

"Handle bars, then I let go, let go for anyone

Take me in, and throw out my heart and get a new one

Next thing we're touching

You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning"

Ellie Goudling-"Starry Eyed"  

Chapter Two

Awaya's POV

It was a gloomy day and the usual winter wind brushed against my cheeks harshly. A freshly made trail of goose bumps on my arms made me shiver and rub my palms against my face for warmth.

Reluctantly, I got my butt off the warm and cozy bed. It was Monday and I had to go to school. I liked it there better than here, but still as always, waking up was an unpleasant feeling. A new day, yet the same old me and my same old life.

I lazily dragged my unwilling legs to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth, while staring at the image on the bathroom mirror. Plain, yeah pale and plain would describe the reflection that was staring back.

Once done, I got into a tank top black in color and my red checked flannel over it, with a pair of skinny black jean and my sneakers to match them.

I stared at my messy waist lengthened chest nut hair that was tied into million or so knots. What am I going to do with you, I sighed and after 15 minutes of continuous brushing I finally got my hair tied into a neat top knot. Looking at my reflection for another two seconds or so and I was satisfied. Yeah I looked decent, wasn't worth any effort anyways.

You look fine, let's go, muttering to myself, I flung the backpack over my shoulder. I was out within the next 10 minutes, after grabbing a pair of granola bars and a milk box.

The house key was stuffed into my jean's pocket. Since I was always early to school I leisurely walked towards our garage and got into the mini-cooper my dad got me a month back. Well that's to get rid of the duty to drop me off and pick me up from school.

I rarely saw my parents in the house. Mum was working as a traveling agent and she goes on various tours once in two weeks, and dad was busy been a lawyer who dealt with international clients, he was out of the country most of the time too (that's how they met). They spent money on me, which I had no interest in but they had mere or no time to be with me. And after all these years, I think I'm used to it by now.

I was at school in no time, sadly it was just a five minutes' drive away from home. I slowly strolled towards my locker down the hall way. When Wiyanna appeared out of nowhere, with a big grin on her face.

"Hi!" She breathed,

"Good morning Wi, what's with the rush?"

"Lohan just got slapped by Taniya," her words were coming out so fast, I had no time catching it up.

"Lohan, what?" I urged her to go on blabbering while I took the necessary books for my first period. I had swimming today so "Yay!"

She leaned on to the locker next to me with an excited but annoyed look.

"Okay listen, Taniya and Lohan was turning into the couple material recently right? Well he has taken an interest on Gina from yesterday's house warming party at James house. Well the bitch has come running today to school and spread the news to her famous slut group, as to how he went wild after seeing her "hot" body, fake of course," she rolled her eye and continued " so anyways he had even ignored his parents protest, to hump on her, well you can imagine what happened between Taniya and Lohan today right?"

"So...? I mean I know it's supposed to sound like 'breaking news!' or whatever, but it's just the same episode that's been recurring for like 5 or so years now. After all he's called the hump and dump f*ckboi for a reason, like there's anything new about this!" I scoffed.

Okay so I clearly irritated Wiyanna with my it's-nothing-new-remark, 'cause after all she was jumping up and down on her heels like a kid opening gifts on Christmas morning, and I just ruined her enthusiasm, Oops!

"Yeah, whatever," She muttered rolling, her eyes at me and pouting like a kid.

"I'm off to my chemistry class, I'll see you at lunch," with that and a quick hug I was gone.

I turned a quick left and there goes my luck, I bumped into the famous douche-bag we've been talking about till now. Lohan Newyearn. Hah!

He stared at me annoyed, with a quick apology I excused myself and was off running down the hall way to chemistry.

I didn't want to be one of his bullies, the best is to be invisible, and that way I could stay out of trouble's way.

The classes went by making me yawn every now and then, and I fell asleep in English. Arggggh it was super boring, like there was any way I could help it!

I was the first to whizz past the other students like a rocket when I heard the school bell ring. I was running down the hall to meet Wi, I wanted to tell her about how Wick was staring at me in Math class, his eyes were all over me. OMG! Will he finally ask me out? In addition to that, I was super hungry!

I ran passing an empty classroom when I felt a pair of strong arms grip around my waist, half carrying and half dragging me in to the classroom. I was shocked at first and my limbs went numb from my blood turning cold. I was caught off guard that I was paralyzed for a second. Then I heard the door slam with a loud bang, followed by the sound of a lock put in place.

I stared at the figure approaching me, Omg guess what? I'm super fucking exited that I could pee in my pants! (note the sarcasm) It was the one and only, oh-so-sexy douchebag, Lohan. He was walking towards me while simultaneously I was walking away from him until my back was pressed against the hard wall. Gulp, I was trapped.

I wouldn't react this way if it was another guy, but Lohan was a type of guy who, if possible, would even rape a girl if he wanted to, yeah he was that adorable (sarcasm!).

So am I his victim today? He was so close to me, trapping me in between his arms, his heavy breath mingling with mine and the thin space between us was making me nervous.

I dared to peek a glance at my captor, when I saw him staring down into my pale blue eyes.

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