Do you believe in love? You've probably been asked this a lot
before, but it's a serious question. Do you? I didn't. Not until
a few months ago, when I felt it.
Before I met him, the guy who made me believe, my
favorite quote was "'I love you,' is eight letters. But baby, so
is bullshit." I loved that quote. I mean, I still do, but it
doesn't mean as much to me anymore.
Anyway, back to believing in love. I went from guy,
to shining guy, and none of them could handle me enough. If I
heard one bad thing about them, gone. I didn't let bad things I
had heard about them before I had dated them get in the way of
dating them, I wasn't that unfair, but if I heard something while
I was with them, adios.
Here's another question for you, do you believe in
vampires? I didn't. I had never been a superficial girl. I had
always loved horror movies and books that gave normal kids
nightmares. But, never had I ever thought any of it existed. And
I was right, for the most part.
But this guy, he changed me. He made me believe in
the two things I had myself ninety nine percent convinced weren't
real. But in that minuscule one percent, this guy had wiggled
himself in, making me believe.
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"Listen, Conner," I said, flicking my red hair behind
my shoulder. "It's over."
He chuckled, his already dark brown eyes darkening a
shade. "No. It's not." I raised an eye brow.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. I looked
towards Blake, nodding slightly. He stood and started walking
"I mean," Conner said, stepping closer, "it's not
over." He gripped the top of my arms.
"Move your hands or I'll break them, permanently."
Blake said, slinging his arm around my shoulders.
"Whatever." Conner said, walking away. He stopped and
turned around, sadness breaking through his barrier of anger. "I
really liked you, Allie." He shook his head, laughing slightly.
"I thought I loved you." He turned around. "Guess not."
I sighed and walked with Blake back towards our
table. It was nice to have my brother the captain of the football
team. I know if I wasn't such a bitch I wouldn't need to depend
on him as much as I did, but it was nice to know I had freedom of
speech, more so then everyone else.
We sat down at out table, Blake engulfing himself in
conversation with his friends who were sitting at the other end
of the table.
"You know," Elle said, taking a forkful of her salad,
"one of these days, you're going to break up with the wrong guy,
and Blake's not going to be there to protect you. That day,
you're going to get punched in the face." She scrapped the last
of her salad out of her bowl then dropped the fork.
"Elle, after Blake leaves, I'll have a boyfriend
that's good enough that I don't have to break up with him." I
said, snatching a piece of the brownie she had sitting in front
Elle was a tall girl, slender. She had always been
tall, and in middle school she had been the awkward, flat chested
girl. She had shown everyone who made fun of her though. When we
came back for freshman year, her freckles had disappeared, along
with her glasses and braces, and in there place was a C-cup chest
and nicely tanned skin. Right now, she was wearing jeans and an
Abercrombie and Fitch shirt. Her light brown hair was down, and
her ocean blue eyes where serious. You could always tell when she
was serious because she blew up her pale cheeks like a blow fish
and her eyes got darker- ironic, right? When she was mad she made
a funny face.
"No you won't, Allie." Blake said looking at me. "I'm
going to have to fail my senior year, again, to stay back here
and kick some ass."
Blake had failed his senior year once already because
he had dropped out. My mom had told him either he went back, or
his inheritance was mine. I was sort of disappointed when he
decided to go back. Who wouldn't want another three hundred
thousand dollars in forty years?
"Shut it, Blake." I said, messing up his wavy brown
hair. "When was the last time you had a girlfriend? Freshman
"Your freshman year." He corrected. "I was a
Blake's hair flopped back into his eyes as he turned
around. His hair was a light brown, almost a red. His eyes were
exactly like mine. Bright, bright blue. When we were mad, they
got a few shades darker. When we were sad, they turned into a
blue green color. We had mood-eyes, as our mother liked to call
it. He was lean for a football player; long, muscular legs, a
flat stomach with a six pack, long muscular arms. His jaw was
pointed, making him seem older then he really was. He was only
nineteen and he looked his age when were talking to him, but from
the sides he looked twenty five.
"Whatever, Blake. You still can't even get a girl to
stay long enough for you to wake up." We all laughed at that, but
he pushed me lightly.
"Hey, at least I don't have them chasing me around
and telling me they love me after three months." I glared at him.
"Shut up." I said, elbowing him in the ribs. "I liked
Conner. He was just too… clingy."
Somewhere across the cafeteria we all heard, "Watch
where you're going you stupid fucker!" I moaned. I knew that
voice all too well. Everyone got quiet and turned to watch.
Conner was standing face to face with a guy half his
size. Conner was a two hundred and fifty pound wrestler and six
foot. His brown hair was always in the way of his brown eyes,
which annoyed me. The guy he was facing off was his height, just
a lot skinnier. His black hair was wavy. He was skinny, and from
here, very attractive.
"I know that look," Elle said, staring at me. I
looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "You're thinking about
eating the new kid." I laughed and looked back at him.
"No. Not eating, anyway." I chuckled.
"He's really quiet, Allie. He's in my first period
class and all he does is sit there and draw. I mean, he sits
alone and he's been here for a week." She whispered, leaning
"He's gonna be known after this." One of Blakes'
football friends muttered.
I sighed. If nobody helped this kid he was going to
be puppy chow. I stood and walked over to the group of people
gathering around Conner and the new kid. Conner was still yelling
and the kid was just standing there, hands on his food tray. "Get
out of my way." I yelled, pushing the last person away. "Conner,"
I said, smoothing out my jeans, "stop being an asshole."
"As apposed to what?" He asked. His friends slammed
in on the back and snickered with him.
"Pricks." I muttered. "Clear out." I yelled louder.
Almost everyone scattered. "Move or I'll get Blake." Everyone was
gone except for the new kid and I.
"I'm Allie." I said, holding my hand out.
"I know." He said snickering. He flipped his hair out
of his face, revealing his eyes. I gasped. He turned, dropping
his full tray into the garbage, and walked out of the cafeteria.
I went and sat back down, staring off into space. His
eyes, they were purple. A deep, dark purple. Like violets. They
were amazing. I had never seen anything like it. It looked like
they were… sparkling. Wow.
"Allie?" Blake said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
I jumped slightly, banging my knees on the bottom of the table.
He shrugged. "Stop spacing out."
The rest of the lunch hour past in a blur. I couldn't
get Eyes (that's what I was calling him until I knew his name)
out of my head. He had said two words to me my entire life. But,
just, his eyes. I couldn't get them out of my head.
As I walked from lunch to Chemistry I decided I
didn't like him. I didn't like people who were rude, and when
someone tells you their name and you don't tell them yours, with
an "I know" instead, I consider it rude.
Well Allie, I thought to myself. If you don't like
him so much, why can't you stop thinking about him?
I walked into my Chemistry class and went and sat in
my seat. I sat in the last table in the outside seat, by myself.
I was the only person in all of the Chem classes to sit in the
back and by myself.
"Allie," Mr. Barker said.
"We have a new student joining our class today. You
have the only empty seat, move your books." Mr. Barker was a
short man with a very round tummy and a balding head of brown
hair. I'd bet anything that's what Conner was going to look like
in twenty years.
I grabbed my bag and slid it towards me, resting my
arms on top of it then laid my head face down on it. I heard
someone sit down and open there book. I didn't bother to look up.
It was probably just some poor nerd who lost his brains and got
demoted from High Honors Chem to regular Honors.
The person sitting next to me was sitting sideways,
facing me, and his leg was pressed against mine. When we touched
I felt electric shocks run through me and I jumped slightly. I
figured it was just a shock.
"Allison." Barker barked at me. I chuckled. Barker
barked. Ha ha.
"Yes?" I said, propping my head up.
"Sit up now. Or, you can practice it for an hour
You would like that wouldn't you? You old creep, I
thought. I knew it wasn't true and he was just threatening me,
but when I was mad I had weird thoughts.
I sat up and heard to kid next to me chuckle. I
snapped my eyes over to him and gasped. It was Eyes. "Why are you
laughing?" I snapped, moving to the far end of my stool on the
other side of him.
I stared at him, trying to make him think I was mad,
but I was really trying to see what he looked like. He looked at
me, flicking his black hair out of his eyes, and stared right
back at me.
He was tall, like a said before, and amazingly
skinny. You could see his toned stomach through his black tee
shirt. His jet black hair was wavy and went down to his jaw,
which seemed to be chiseled out of stone when he wasn't smiling,
like now. His full lips were slightly parted and his long, pale,
fingers where gripping his book.
"What's your name?" I whispered as Barker started
teaching the lesson that I could care less about.
"Sam." He muttered.
"Allie," Barker yelled across the room. I looked at
him, flicking my hair over my shoulder. "What are the rules that
determine volume, temperature, and pressure of a gas?"
"I have no idea." I said, looking down.
"Then pay attention." He snapped, turning back
towards the board.
"Sam?" I whispered, facing forward, to make sure I
had it right.
"Allie," he muttered, writing on the cover of his
"I wouldn't do that. Barker will charge you a hundred
fifty dollars and then write you up for vandalism."
"What?" I yelled back.
"One more word out of you and you have detention
everyday until Christmas." That shut me up, considering it was
For the rest of the day I just stared forward,
writing everything down that the teacher did. I honestly didn't
care about Chemistry. It meant nothing to me. I planned on being
a writer. What kind of writer needed Chemistry?
When the final bell rang, relieving me of this hell
class, Sam flew out of his seat. Not literally, obviously, but he
was gone fast. I was still putting my pencil in my bag and he was
out of the room and half way down the hall.
I walked slowly out of the room, looking for Elle or
Blake. I couldn't find either of them. I sighed. "Looks like I'm
walking." I muttered. I went to my locked and grabbed my purse
and jacket. I shoved my books into the mess and slipped my purple
hoodie over my black V-neck and zippered it up. I slung by dark
blue back pack over my shoulder and walked out of the school.
"Allie!" Conner called from behind me. I quickened my
pace; I wasn't in the mood to talk to him. "Allie, wait!" I
turned the corner and came face to chest with a huge jock whose
name I didn't even know.
"You got her, CT?" He said in a huge deep voice.
Conner nodded and they did some complicated hand shake that I
didn't care about and then the huge kid disappeared.
"What do you want, Conner?" I snapped. He tried to
grab one of my hands but I snatched my hand away before he could
intertwine our fingers.
"So it's gonna be like that." He murmured to himself.
"Allie, this afternoon, it was a fluke. We're gonna be okay," his
eyes darkened and his voice dropped a tone. "Right?" He growled.
"Conner," I said, resting my slender hand against his
cheek. "It's over, babe. I liked you, I really did, but I need
space." Instead of looking sad like most ex's, he just looked
"No, Allie, it isn't." He stepped back slightly, not
giving me enough room to move but enough room so he could reach
into his pockets. He pulled out a box and opened it. Inside was a
cold chain. At the bottom was a gold heart with my name engraved
in it. "I spent a thousand dollars on this, Allie. For you." He
stepped closer, pressing his body against mine. I was starting to
get scared. "What's wrong, All? No Blake around to save you?"
I gulped and pushed against his chest. "Conner, we
only went out for three months. There's a girl out there who will
love you and want to be with you. I'm sorry, Conner. But I'm not
He brought his huge, meaty, hand back and, as if in
slow motion, back handed me. My face flew so ii was facing the
left and tears stung my eyes. I rotated my jaw around and turned
to face him, a tear trailing down my cheek. I could feel a bruise
started to form on the right side of my face.
"Now you listen to me you, little bitch,
"Is there a problem here?" My eyes widened. Sam had
just appeared out of no where.
His purple eyes were darker then they had been this
afternoon, almost black now. He wasn't wearing a jacket or a
backpack. From close up, you could see that Conner actually had a
good two inches on him rather then being the same height as I had
"Get outta here. This doesn't concern you." Conner
said, his left hand coming up the grip my arm. Sam looked at me.
"Are you okay, Allie?" He asked in a dark, worried
"I, uhm, uh…" Conner squeezed my arm. I gasped in
Before I knew what was going on, Conner was on the
building across from the one I was leaning against. Sam had his
arm pressed against Conner's throat, and he was growling
something at him. I couldn't hear what he was saying, and I
honestly didn't want to know by the look of horror coming across
I twisted my straight hair as I waited for Sam to
finish with Conner. After another minute, Sam stepped back and
Conner grabbed his back pack and ran away ─ literally, running.
"Sam," I whispered, touching his shoulder. "Thank
you. So much." I felt the shocks again.
"Its fine, Allie." He stepped back from me, out of
He turned from me. I didn't know why, but it hurt. He
just saved my life (who knew what Conner would've done?) and now
he wouldn't even speak to me.
"Sam, what did I do?" I asked, putting my hand on his
shoulder again. I felt the shocks again, running through me. It
felt like electricity was running through my veins. It wasn't
"Allie, stay away from me." He growled, pulling away.
"What did I do to you?" I snapped.
"Nothing." He muttered. He turned and walked away.
Fine, I thought, picking up my backpack. He wants me
to leave him alone, I will. I just met the kid today; it's not
that big of a deal. It's like forgetting about a stranger you
just happened to knock into on the street.
But it wasn't that simple. This stranger saved my
life. This stranger was completely unaffected by me, unlike every
other male in the school. This stranger sent shocks through me
like I was an electrical outlet with a six way plugged into it.
This stranger made me feel more in a few hours then guys have
been able to in months.