Killing For Love

Chapter 1

Megan POV

      I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, gazing over my appearance. I noticed I was dressed up more than usual, and I was wearing makeup, which I almost never put on. Even my light brown hair with hints of golden blonde streaks was nicely styled. This must be some special occasion, but what for? I didn't know why I looked so fancy, or why I felt so nervous. Something big must be about to happen.

     I walked down the stairs and into the dining room, then straight out the front door. Everything else passed in a blur, and suddenly, I was at a park near my house. Well, apparently not directly at the park, because the moment I took a step forward, a road suddenly sprouted out of the ground in front of me. Strange.

     I stood on a new sidewalk, and from across the road was another sidewalk. Standing there, directly across from me, was a tall and oddly blurry figure. I couldn't make out any of the details on the person, but maybe that was just because I was too far away. The only thing that I could tell from this person, was that it was wearing dark clothes. Yes, that's incredibly helpful, thank you.

     I suddenly felt this desperate urge to run across the road to the person on the other side. I had no idea why though. Who was this person? Was it safe? My common sense told me to walk away, or ignore the figure, or at the very bare minimum to check for cars before crossing, but apparently my legs had other plans. Against my better judgment, I started running across the road to the figure that strangely hadn't moved a inch yet. However, as I kept running the road seemed to grow wider, and I seemed to not be getting any closer to the figure. I kept running though, faster and faster, until the curb was only a few feet away. I was almost there when-

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

     "No! No! No!" I shouted, as the dreamscape around me started to crumble away. The last thing I saw was the figure vanishing before me, and the blazingly bright headlights of a car charging towards me, then everything went dark.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

     "Ughhhh...." I groan, as I roll over in my bed.

     I slowly peel my eyes open, and my bedroom comes into blurry focus. I blink a few times to get my vision cleared.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

     I sigh in a long and dramatic way, then turn my head to the right so I can glare down at my phone on the opposite side of the room, charging from an outlet in the wall. It is blasting out an extremely loud and annoying alarm sound.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

     I slowly drag myself out of bed, and stagger over to my phone. I pick it up, and slam my finger down on the stop button on the screen to stop the annoying radar sound bellowing out of it. I then squint at the home screen, and read the date.

     "Oh shit."  I think to myself, as I realize what today is. "First day back to school from March break. Great."

     It's not the fact that I don't like school, it's the fact that I actually have to get up early to go to school. I'm not a morning person, to say the least, and I would much prefer to start school at, like, noon instead of nine in the fucking morning! That means I have to get up at seven. Seven in the morning! That's waaaay too early for a person like me to get out of bed.

     I yank my charger out from my phone, and set my phone down on my bedside table. I then stumble into the bathroom and get ready for the day (way too early I might add).

     All morning of getting ready, I can't help but think of that strange dream I had. Most dreams I usually forget about when I wake up, but this one is stuck in my head with vivid detail. Still, I try to shake off the eerie feeling of importance about what exactly the dream meant, as I walk out of my house and to my high school.

     As I'm walking down the sidewalk, and nearing a park, I hear my phone go off. I pull it out of my pocket, and look at the screen. It's a text message from my friend, Julia.

Julia: Hey, have you heard the news?

Me: No, what news?

Julia: Apparently a new kid is coming today.

     That surprises me. It's very rare for someone new to show up in a small town, like this one. It's even more rare if it's a high schooler.

Me: Do you know anything about them?

Julia: All I know is that his name is Dean Stevens, and he's in grade 11.

     "That's the grade I'm in too." I think, feeling a strange chill run down my spine.

Me: How do you know this?

Julia: I have my ways ;)

     I roll my eyes at her response, as I cross the street onto the road. I'm so immersed in texting my friend, that I don't see the car rounding the corner, until I look up at the last second and gasp in horror. I don't have any time to react, before something latches onto my forearm, and I am pulled backwards, just as the car rushes by.

     As I'm pulled back, I stumble on the curb, and start to fall. I expect to hit the hard concrete below, but instead, I slam against something sturdy and strong, yet kind of soft and warm. I look behind me, and realize I'm leaning against someone's chest.

     A very tall boy around my age has his hands latched onto my shoulders, while the rest of my upper body is leaning against his chest. He's wearing a dark grey hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, but underneath I can see messy dark brown hair with hints of red in it. He has pale skin, with dark blue eyes, and a faintly amused smirk on his lips.

     "Oh! I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, uh.... I didn't....um...." I stutter, completely lost for words.

     "I think the phrase you're looking for is 'thank you'." The stranger says in a low, yet amused, voice. His smirk seems to grow as I continue to stutter.

     "Uh, yeah, yeah. That's- that's what I meant. Uh....thanks. Um....yeah....thank you." I feel like a total idiot, and my bright red face probably isn't helping.

     "Well, you're welcome. It's not every day I get to save a pretty girl from getting run over." The boy says calmly. He finally lets me go, and I step back so I can look up at him properly. He looks even taller now, probably at least six foot. I'm only 5'7, so the top of my head barely reaches his neck.

     If it's even possible, my face turns an even deeper shade of red, and I stutter out a response to his comment.

     "Oh, uh....thank you. I'm-I'm glad you saved me. So, uh....thanks."

     The more I talk and make a complete fool out of myself, the more he seems amused by this whole situation. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

     "Well, I should go. Thank you for letting me save you." The boy says, his piercing blue eyes gazing deep into my green ones.

     "Uh....yeah. You too! Oh, uh, I mean...." I trail off awkwardly as he gives me one last amused look, then starts to walk down the way I came.

     "I'm so stupid."  I scold myself angrily, as I continue walking down the sidewalk.

     It's only a few minutes later, that I finally realize I never asked the boy's name.