Ultraviolence

Chapter One

Spencer's POV:

I suddenly jolted awake from my horrid dream. 3:27 A.M. I dreamed I was back in that place, back in that state of darkness and distress and depression. Back to the person I was 7 months ago. The memories filled my mind like the image of a horror film that you can't get out of your head when you try to fall asleep.

"It's just a dream" I thought to myself. The nightmares that I used to have are coming back. Nerves, I told myself. They only came back because of nerves.

Today was the day. The day I would start at Lincoln High in Jonas, Pennsylvania. New school, new town, new person. I told myself that everything was going to be okay and that I'd never go back to that dark state of mind. "You'll be okay" I told myself. I pushed the memories to the back of my mind and fell back asleep...

...

I took a deep breath and walked straight through the doors. Everyone was staring like I was a new exhibit in a history museum. But they quickly turned away, faces in their lockers. I opened the piece of paper that was given to me by the principal when I first got here. "Locker #359" it read. I frantically searched for the locker in hopes of arriving to class on time. I found it a lot quicker than I planned. I opened it up and put all of my belongings inside. As soon as I shut my locker door, I was startled by a tall, yet scrawny figure of a boy, staring me up and down and smirking. He had bright blue eyes and blonde hair and a Lincoln High Varisty Football shirt on, sloppily tucked into his khaki pants.

"Well, hello" He said with smirking lips and hungry eyes.

"Hi" I shyly replied.

"Are you gonna tell me your name or what, gorgeous?" He snapped.

"You're supposed to ask." I playfully teased.

"What's your name?" He asked with that same playful, yet deceiving smirk.

"Spencer" I said.

"I like it."

"Like what?" I questioned.

"You." He said as his large, firm hands found their way to my lower back and pulled me into his chest.

"You know we could just ditch this hellhole and have a little fun back at my place" he said.

Disgusted by his sudden remarks, I broke away from his grasp, and quickly walked to my first class. AP English, room 142. I walked quickly through the crowded halls and busy people. Past the restrooms, past the library, turning a corner and finally arriving at my desired location. I stepped in the room and took a seat in the back. I slowly took in my surroundings. People shuffling in and finding seats with their friends, smiling and laughing as if the world were a perfect place. Straight ahead was a dirty chalkboard and a cluttered desk that I knew belonged to the teacher. Seconds later, a tall, masculine figure towered over me and then sat down in the desk next to mine. He had dark brown, curly hair and eyes as green as the brightest emerald, outshining even the rarest of diamonds. He turned to me and smiled. I noticed the dimples on either sides of his cheeks.

"Hi" He smiled. His voice was deeper than I had expected, with a sense of protection and comfort that came along with the way of his words.

"I'm Harry. You must be the new girl?" he said.

"Yeah, I'm Spencer." I replied. He had a way about him, nothing he said or nothing he did, but the feeling that came along with him. I liked it, I decided.

"Well, Spencer, has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful?" He blushed.

I blushed as well. It was quite flattering that someone as attractive as he would say such a thing about me. I've always been insecure with myself, no one ever really told me that I was beautiful. But before I could say a word, the teacher walked in with the slam of a door.

"Good morning, everyone." He said rather bluntly. His eyes locked on mine as he began to speak.

"Please welcome our newest student, Elizabeth Blake. Elizabeth please come forward" He fake smiled.

"It's Spencer," I mentioned, "I go by my middle name." I shyly smiled.

"Well, Spencer, it is nice to meet you. I see you have already made a friend?" He questioned, his eyes directing towards Harry. Harry blushed and smiled his cheeky grin that I have come to adore in our short time of knowing each other.

"Yeah, I guess."

Harry smirked and went back to writing in a notebook.

"Well, congratulations and welcome to Lincoln High!" He said way too dramatically.