Too Fake for True Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Now darling, I understand that this town is not something you wanted but-"

"-but that crazy old women tried to get you arrested for something that you did do to help out that little girl. Stupid grandma."

"Yeah." We were heading to our new apartment when several Fakes passed by running. They stopped immediately and stared at our car. They hissed quietly then started up again.

"There's a lot of them here... I hate it here." My dad chuckled as he turned the corner.

"They're not harming anyone, so they're fine."

"As far as we know," I muttered. Dad didn't get it when it came to Fakes. They weren't Reals and they could harm anyone at any time. Like how I could when I needed to. I hate that part of me. Why was I cursed with this, and why did Dad play it off like it was nothing? I hated moving, I hated changing names, and I HATED FAKES! They've done nothing but ruin my whole life.

"Delilah," he paused as he tried to gather his thoughts, "Listen to me, will you? I don't want to have to repeat myself every single time. Until anyone comes and hurts the Reals-"

"'All Fakes are innocent till proven guilty' I know, I know. I get it." Dad turned and flashed his award winning smile.

"I hate it when you finish my sentences," he said. I smiled a rare smile that only he got see and almost laughed. As we pulled up to the crazy apartment, I wanted to go back home; and I mean our real home. I got the luggage out from the trunk and looked around. Dad sighed, looked around also, and then smiled. Just seeing him smiling and he being "alive" made me feel at peace like I did years ago. He and I were the pair and no one could replace that. Not even those stupid, crazy, annoying Fakes.

"Eads High School, the only place where anything is possible"... I'd agree to that in a heartbeat. Nothing in this town made sense and I doubt that it ever would. It felt as if the whole town was being run by Fakes and any Reals there weren't smart enough to see that. However, I had this feeling in almost every state we "visited." Don't get me wrong I've meet some very nice Reals in some places and they loved me back equally. It's nice to be loved, because to the Fakes and Reals that know both about me and the Fakes, I'm a disgrace that should have never been born.

"She was created by demons; just look at her gray eyes"... "The child breaths air as if it needs it to live, unlike us"... "She's too tough and doesn't respect others feelings"... "She's too soft and cares for the Reals." All this stuff about my gray eyes, brown-red hair, my height being 5-4, and the freckles has put me farther and farther away from both Fakes and Reals. I'm the outcast. Even with some Hunts, I feel as if they'd rather be dead then hang out with me.

"Yo, new girl!" I looked up to see this Real who thought he was good enough to talk to me. I braced myself knowing I couldn't tell him off as easily as the Fakes. His brown floppy hair bounced with him as he scooted his way over to me and stared at me with his bright green eyes.

"Hey," was the best I answer I could come up with.

"The bell's gonna ring, and if you don't want to be another bother to the teachers, you better go. Like, now." He was nice and bad at the same time and that was not what I needed right now.

"I've never really cared about what teachers thought of me. Beside, don't see why you're talking since you seem like someone who could care less about school." He smiled and put his arm around me. I took in a deep breath to calm myself down. I almost hate people touching me as much as I hate the Fakes. Oh, he was so lucky I didn't snap his arm right then and there.

"Didn't ya hear? I'm the welcome committee," he said leading me into the school with a big smirk on his face, "Where I gotta wish you good luck, don't leave and go somewhere else, pay attention, blah, blah, blah. Basically-"