A girl who wanted nothing but to fall.
A boy who knew nothing but to rise.
Cheryl Faun and Tristan Tanner had their differences.
Knowing each other since kindergarten, the two never really communicated properly. Or, well, Cheryl pushed Tristan away with any chance she got. A regular day to them would be a faceless girl trying to commit suicide, and a sunshine boy rescuing her before the gates of hell.
In the past 12 years, nothing changed.
Absolutely nothing.
And when something happens, something completely outrageous and compelling, the two are pushed together closer than they've ever been before. Too close, maybe. But, this didn't change anything. It COULDN'T change anything.
Right?
If fate had other plans for them, could everything go TOTALLY wrong?
Obviously...
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"Stop.. trying to kill yourself!" He retorted. His eyes closed, and he began ranting. "I don't LIKE it when you think it's a good idea to KILL yourself. I don't LIKE seeing you in pain. I don't LIKE saving you because it breaks me every time your eyes seem to lull me to sleep!"
I still couldn't say anything. His hands grabbed my face, and I felt him leaning in even more, his lips a mere centimeter away from mine. His eyes were still closed, but I felt a pain behind his breathing. Every small twitch and shiver from him sent a lightning bolt down my spine. He was holding up a wall, and wouldn't let anyone tear it down. My hands moved up a little, and I grabbed his arms. Water was streaming down my face- I couldn't tell if it were tears or the ocean- and he opened his eyes. The emerald green met my grey eyes, and I looked at him, letting him stare at the fallen tears.
"If you hate it that much," I whispered, "Leave me here to die."
Tristan's eyes gleamed in response, and he leaned over, saying, "As if that'll ever happen."
[SEQUEL: LOADING GAME]
[ DISCLAIMER: This concept was developed during my middle school years. I understand how underdeveloped the plot is. ]
Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys.
Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel.
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WARNING:
This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt.
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Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit.
But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop.
I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out.
"Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath.
"Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it.
And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto.
"Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me.
I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting.
It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt.
"Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back.
"Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right.
Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it.
"Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot.
"Do not ever think you can get away from me."