Krystal Briseno was one of those untouchable girls that boys were told to steer clear from. It wasn't because of a scandalous past of broken hearts and freaky nights. Nothing to do with a scary big brother, a scary father, or a certain amount of "clinginess." It was never because of anything in the looks department, or secret illnesses or conditions. Krystal, considered in all these aspects, seemed like a perfect girl to ask to a school dance or spend a little money on to see her eyelashes flutter. No, the source of Krystal's infamy stems from a long line of boys that have all ended in decay. In that, I mean they have all passed away a little before their time. So, the boys of her respective town have all doused her as "not an option." As, a boy whose eye gets caught by her ends up found gutted somewhere unsanitary. The rumors of how this phenomena occurs all circulate an abundance of topics, from Krystal being some demented whore, to her being a vampire, to a psycho daddy who can't let go of his little girl. All of which Krystal has heard herself, in varying amounts of detail. She learned to just nod and look away. Because of this unseemly reputation, Krystal was deemed to be only looked at from afar. A girl you could wonder about but never truly know. A girl whose lips remained untasted. A girl whose laughter was a sound a boy was not to know. Krystal was untouchable. ---- This was originally a joke fanfiction between me and some friends. Names are changed.