She was beautiful. So beautiful. Too much. She was so beautiful that it almost hurt to look at her.
You will never have me, I read between the lines every time she gave me one of her looks, the kind of look that would have made even a madman fall in love. I never thought I would go crazy for her.
Long red hair, wavy and luminous, attracted the attention of everyone as soon as the one who could conquer you with a glance passed, marching through the territory. Everybody wanted her, I had no chance.
Maybe it was her angelic face that hid her temper, a pair of dark eyes, their color perfectly represented her soul. The swollen and rosy lips, it took so much courage to look away. A perfectly straight nose, neither too big nor too small, perfectly suited her round face. The cheeks - ah, her cheeks! - were so red they looked like two apples. Everything about that girl was a gift from God for all the school. All that beauty and that wealth she wore made us blind, no matter how bitch she behaved, she had everyone's respect and love.
She walked the corridors accompanied by her girls, it was as if they were bodyguards ready to protect her or answer for her, but she didn't need to, Savanna Morgan was never afraid to give voice to her thoughts, even at the cost of hurting someone's feelings.
"Stop looking at her, it will never happen, mate."
Hope. It was everything I wanted to hear from someone. Marcus Arkins, my best friend for years now, advised me to forget her for years, I could have all the girls I wanted, but I only wanted one. I rolled my eyes and looked at him disapprovingly. I knew my stuff about girls, but I hadn't yet given up on her.
I turned on my heels and walked the other side of the hallway, smiling at some girls who returned shaking their hands, they didn't even try to hide the fact that they were clearly flirting with me. I could hear the sound of Marcus' shoes behind me, he was listing all the reasons why I shouldn't even think about going out with Savanna, but the only thing that mattered to me about that list was her name that resonated in my head like a song, that kind of song you're obsessed with the first few days and then you end up listening to it until you completely hate it, but in the end it's always there.
I wasn't even listening to him, but he kept talking and talking, until I stopped him.
I turned around, facing him. "I don't care, and even if one day I'll hang out with her, it would be a one night thing. It's not that deep." It was half-true. I liked her, but I liked sex more, and honestly I didn't feel like waiting for someone that was running away from me. There were girls in this school that would have paid to stay with me two hours.
This is too short, i know, but it's just the prologue. Next, and first real chapter in one week!
-L
