Murderous Love

Chapter 1

I was once the popular guy in school. I had a girlfriend who I loved to death, friends from every class that adored me but that all changed whenever he moved here. I thought I was happy enough but I wasn't true to myself. I've now realized who I am because of Tyler.

Aaron Chavez, I am the honor student who everyone loves. I attend Oklahoma University, I'm learning to become a business manager. My parents were murdered when I was about 17 years old. No one ever found out who killed them but, I know that person is still out there somewhere. I am now 23 years old and I'm in my 2nd year of college. I have a beautiful girlfriend, by the name Madison Blake. We've been dating for maybe a little over a year. She's my best friend, I love her. In school, I would be the guy everyone wants to be around. Girls want to be with me and the guys want to be me. It couldn't get any better than that. Although, no one said it couldn't get worse.

It was a new week and I thought everything was going to be normal until this tall, muscular figure walked into the classroom. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt with a leather jacket and dark blue jeans. His skin reminded me of caramel, his eyes were as blue as the pacific ocean, and he had black wavy hair. His arm... was holding onto Madison's arm! I marched over towards him and yelled "What the hell dude?! Why is my girlfriend holding onto your arm?!" He looked straight at me with those blue eyes and smirked. "I didn't bring her over here, she invited herself. So why don't you watch your mouth." I slowly backed away and noticed everyone staring at me. "Oh yeah?! What are you gonna do?" He took a deep breath and stood up all the way. He was probably about 6"3 while I was just 5"9. Almost immediately he grabbed my neck and pinned me against the wall. I tried to move but his grip got stronger and stronger until I decided to give up. He whispered in my ear "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. I suggest you give me your number and we'll call it even." "A-alright..." I stuttered. He let go and handed me his phone. I was shaking so bad I could barely type my phone number. I handed his phone back and he told me to stand still. *Click* He took a picture of me... I asked him why and he showed me why. "Oh, you just used it as a profile picture..?" "Yeah, what else would I use it for? Pervert." He left out a slight laugh and I swear I saw him wink. I walked away and sat down in my seat. Everyone surrounded him instead of me. I kept remembering the things he did. It made me wonder what his story is. Everyone has some sort of story, even me. I lost my parents right before I actually became a man. I was lost in the world, I didn't know how to even start my life. I didn't have anybody, most relatives don't even live here in Oklahoma. I couldn't even move to where some of my relatives live because I just didn't think I'd fit in. My life was completely ruined after I saw my parents in the backyard... It was hard... It still is hard to even try and move past it. I don't think I'll ever move past it. It's traumatizing... I still see them everytime I close my eyes. I just- *bell rings* Oh. I didn't realize I was daydreaming. I guess I missed all the notes. I wonder if he wrote them down, Would he let me borrow them? I didn't even catch his name. I look over to where he was sitting and he's just gone like everyone else. I guess I'll go try and find him. I grabbed my stuff and headed out of the classroom. I looked down at my phone to see if he texted considering I didn't get his number but he got mine. When suddenly I ran into someone. It felt like I ran into a wall. I looked up and noticed it was him. He offered to help me up but I said that I could do it myself. "Whatever" he mumbled. I got up and he started to walk away. So I ran towards him and stood right in front of him. "Move out of my way." he angrily told me. "I never got your name, or your number... I just thought since you know my name and number I could get yours?" he smiled slightly. He opens his hand and asks for my phone. I give it to him and he suddenly starts typing. He starts walking away with my phone so I follow him. He turns around "Check your pocket." My phone was in there... but how... he smiled and walked away. I starred until he walked around the corner. I looked down at the contact "Tyler" . No last name? There's something about him... I want to know more.