LUCAS

Chapter one: The awkward beginning

The feeling of all the pain and memories slipping away. Those voices in your head falling silent, the sweet bliss of being numb for a little while but everything comes with a price and if this blade can make the pain stop then the price isn't that much.

The razor blade falls from my grip the voices finally silent, at least for now. The cold water running over my cuts burn but that's okay. I dry my wrists then gently wrap them up with bandages. I throw on a baggy shirt and tied my coffee brown hair in a messy bun. I fall down on my comfy bed letting the numbness drift me into a restless sleep.

The sun makes its unwelcomed presence pouring in through my bedroom window. Why didn't I close the damn curtains, groaning I get up dragging my feet to my bathroom relieving my bladder, and take a warm refreshing shower relaxing under the warmth? I catch my reflection in the bathroom mirror I look like Frankenstein's monster and that just won't do.
I take my time straightening my hair and doing my makeup and slip on some lacy underwear before rummaging through my dresser for my black skinny jeans paired with navy blue converse and a black hoody to cover my bandages. I noticing the time on my alarm clock I panic.

Shit, I'm going to be late.

I rush out the door grabbing my book bag with my phone and a granola bar eating it on my walk to school.
At school, I'm just your typical boring student the one that sits at the back near the window that gets average grades you've probably even borrowed a pen from me without even knowing my name and that's the way I like it. Unknown.

At school, I have ways to escape the chaos known as High school this bliss comes in the form of the library, music room, the tree on the far end of school, and lastly the west wing of school which is abandoned but the dance studio is still in decent condition. No one uses it because why use the old dance studio when the rich folks of our town donated enough money for our school to build a fancy dance studio in the new east wing. To me the old dance studio is a diamond in the rough it has character. Dodging students and teacher I make my way to the music room.

The hallways are packed with people chatting, the red lockers lined up against the dark blue walls with odd windows here and there the walls painted either navy blue or grey the doors all painted red. Nearing the music room I hear someone playing guitar singing a song that sounds so familiar stopping in my tracks I lean against the door listening carefully.

"So, kiss me with your marijuana breath, I can be your cure for loneliness..." the manly voice smooth as honey

I step inside the music room and finally find out who the euphonious voice belongs to. To my surprise it was non-other than Lucas Black the hottest guy in school.
Sure why not, he already has the body that was sculpted by gods and he has the whole bad boy vibe why wouldn't he be a musician too. Uggg. I couldn't help but roll my eyes I should have known it was him.
I stood there until he strung the last note on his guitar "well time to get back to work" he mutters to himself still not aware of my presence behind some musical instruments. Deciding that I kind of looked like a creep just standing here in the corner watching him and feeling like I was invading his privacy I try and sneak out but failed miserably when I tripped over a drum and went tumbling down, I close my eyes readying myself for the moment I hit the floor but, nothing happens instead I'm wrapped in warmth

Did I fall and hit my head on something and now I'm hallucinating?

My eyes flutter open staring into beautiful grey eyes "I...I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude" I stutter
Wait when did I start stuttering?
"No, it's okay don't worry about it love, it's nice of you to fall in" I smile at the little joke as he helps me up back on my feet.
His raw British accent made me a little weak in the knees. He reaches out his hand for me to shake "I'm Lucas" I take his hand in mine feeling the heat radiating off of him "I..I...I know who you are you enrolled here a little while after I ran- a little while after me" I quickly say covering up what I almost let slip out.