Punk Kian Lawley //

Chapter 1

"Hurry up Lena!" I heard Jessa yell from downstairs in my apartment. "Okay!" I yelled back and finished applying my bright red lipstick that made my electric blue eyes pop out against my pale complexion and the dark purple on the underside of my hair. The blonde on the top of my hair glistened in the makeup lighting. Thank you mom. I smiled into the mirror seeing how I looked. I wore a tight and short dress that was a sparkly black with tall black heels. My friend, Veronica, chose the outfit for me because I would've gone with something less appealing to men. she thinks I need to lose my virginity because I'm 19. I want it to be with someone special. Not with some stranger that I met while I was drunk at a club in the coat room, note, that was how Veronica lost her virginity.

I walked down the stairs and slipped my phone into my bra along with my wallet. "You look HOT." Jessa smirked and laughed. "Thanks." I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to go clubbing tonight. Veronica was wearing a blue dress that was right at the top and ruffled out at the bottom with white wedges and Jessa was wearing a red strapless dress that was also tight and short with matching red heels. "Let's get this over with." I said and walked out towards the car which belonged to Veronica. It's a White Malibu, parents got it for her last year.

We arrived at the club, one of the most popular ones in L.A.

When we entered I saw the bad to the left and a dance floor to the right and a DJ. There was drunk old guys at the bad and sweaty drunk bodies on the dance floor grinding and dirty dancing with each other. Jessa must've noticed the disgusted look on my face. "Come on, loosen up!" She hit my arm playfully. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. We headed to the bar and they ordered 2 drinks and went to dance. I was finishing up my first drink and wasn't planning on going to dance. I felt hands grip my hips. I turned around to see a tall guy with different shades of blue in his hair wearing black skinny jeans, black converse, and a white T-shirt.He had tattoos up his arms and some peeling out the collar of his shirt. He had a lip piercing, a nose piercing, and his eyebrow done twice. He had tons in his right ear. "Get off me." I said. He stepped away, "I'm off. Now how about I but you a drink?" He smirked. I scoffed and stormed out of the club. I just stood outside, I can't stand clubs for reasons like that. I heard the door open, "Hello?" I heard his voice. Jesus Christ..go away. "What do you want?" I asked. "I just want to talk to you that's all.." He muttered. "Didn't seem like it in there. You don't even know my name and you decide to waltz on up-" "What is your name?" He interrupted. "Lena Artwood." I said. "Yours?" I asked. "Kian. Kian Lawley." He said. "Okay." I said awkwardly. "Why are you here? I can tell you don't like it here." He asked. "Friends. They made me go..and wear this slut outfit." I said looking at myself. "Well...I mean I do like that on you." He licked his lips. "Perv." I said rolling my eyes. "How about we ditch here and you come to my place? No funny business. I just know you don't like it here and I want to get to know you without you wanted to sang your head against a wall." He lightly laughed. "Hmm.." I said. I don't think this is such a good idea. I don't know him. He could be a crazy serial killer for all I know. But he does seen nice..and he is quite cute...I just want to taste his lip ring- shit. No Lena. No. Friends. friendliness. "I guess that sounds pretty nice. I have to go find Jessa and Veronica though to let them know I'm leaving." I said. "Okay, I'll come with you to make sure no pervs get any funny ideas." Kian said sternly and held my hand. "Okay." I said. I didn't know what else to say. this stranger is holding my hand. Well it's a hot stranger so I don't see what wrong- STOP. Lena. No. I went into the club and knew they were on the dance floor. Well. Here goes nothing. I pushed and shoved my way through the sweaty grinding bodies when I felt Kian being tugged away. I turned to see a short blonde girl wearing a shorter and even tighter (if that's even possible) dress than mine. She had her makeup caked on. "I can show you a good time." she winked and started sliding her hand down his stomach, I know exactly where she was heading. I felt anger bubbling inside of me. "No thanks." Kian spat. "Come on." She turned around and rubbed herself on his lower region. He shoved her off of him, "Back off!" He said. "Oh, so you can just go get into that little slut's pants tonight?" She hissed. That's it. I swung. I hit her and she fell back into these people who shoved her back at me. She went right for my hair but I grabbed her arm and chicken winged her and lead her off the floor. I can't control myself and I don't know why. After I pulled her off the floor I started throwing punches like crazy until her nose was bleeding and she was on the floor. "FUCKING CHRIST LENA STOP IT!" Kian yelled. I couldn't stop. I threw 2 more punches until he pulled me off the knocked out

bleeding girl. He turned me to face him. "WHAT THE FUCK LENA. WHY DIDNT YOU STOP?! YOU COULD'VE KILLED HER!" He yelled in my face. I started shaking and it got hard to breathe. Tears started falling down my cheeks. "I-I-" I couldn't talk. I started to get dizzy and blacked out. The last thing I remember is feeling arms carry me in bridal position.