Verbally Soulless

Aleah Summers, confident, carefree and affable. She's not doing much besides trying to make it through her senior year with her best friends, and focusing on her dancing.

A late arrival sets the school female population into gawking gazes, solely because of the black hair, six foot three, intimidating body posture and those green and brown eyes of the new student.

Chase Hollins is dejected, reserved and maybe even a little dim. Everybody wants to be his friend, maybe even step a boundary, which apparently attempting to be Chase's friend, is already stepping a boundary.

Aleah, somebody well known in the school liked to spend time with the quiet, so evidently depressed Chase who often left her with silence. She sent him smiles, knowing she wouldn't get one back.

All she wanted to do was help him, so she put her help on the table, just for him to kick over that table, and the help falls onto the floor.

It was lucky that her help kept appearing and appearing, until his hands would grasp onto it and accept it with honesty. A boy carrying a heavy heart in silence, an opportunity for a pair of hands to lift it up and enclose it with gentle hands.

The event that paused his smiles and laughter, refusal for showing emotions other than set the room to darkness, caused him delirious thinking, bloodshot eyes and a continuous mind that nearly sets him insane, Aleah seems to have a liking towards him because no matter what he does or says, she won't stop her gentle words and humorous jokes in attempt to tip his lips up.

Verbally, not the true person who was born 18 years ago.

Soulless, well, only one thing explains that.

* writing and story gets so much better as the chapters goes on, promise promise. | also rewriting/editing some of the first chapters, but they're still up until i republish the new versions.*