Everything belongs to Naughty Dog. I don't own any of the characters except for the one that I made up. Who has a small part :P

Chapter 1

I strutted down the hall with a grin on my full lips. Many of the boys stopped to stare. I couldn't blame them. I was the hottest piece of ass in the entire senior class. I took advantage of it to. But what teenage girl wouldnt?

I flipped my long smooth red hair over my shoulder in one swift motion. With each step my large breasts bounced lightly. I was only seventeen, and life was good. Being the daughter of the baron meant that I got what I wanted, when I wanted it. You bet I was spoiled. Rotten to my core.

I was however, a straight A student. Go figure, but I thought very hightly of my school work. I wanted to show that brains and beauty came in the same package. I hated all those girls who were pretty, but pretended to be dumb. To make it worse, they were all sluts to. I however, was still pure, virgin. Everyone knew to. That made the boys want me even more. Feels so good to be wanted. But I didn't really see anything in these highschool boys. All they wanted to do was stick their dick in every hole that girl has. So I stayed the bright, beautiful, sexy, and single Ashelin Praxis.

"Hey Ashelin, I see that you're walking. Could I give you a ride home?" a boy from my chemistry class asked nervously. I looked up and saw that the sun was at its high point. It would be a long walk home. I smiled at him, and slipped into the passengers side of his car.

"I guess I could use a ride home today." the boy smiled, and zoomed off towards the palace. He seemed very nervous. Acting as if he had never been near a girl alone. I drummed my fingers on my book. Being stuck in bumper to bumper traffic was not on my list of things to do. I turned towards the boy.

"I'm sorry about the delay Ashelin." he frowned. I sighed heavily, and forced a smile. He annoyed me.

"It's alright. But, I think I'm going to walk home actually. I do have a lot do this afternoon." I opened the door, and hoped out of his car. I saw the disappointed look on his face, but all well. Life sucks sometimes. As I turned to leave, I fell back on the ground suddenly. It took me a second to stop seeing stars. I saw an outstreched hand, and I eagerly took it to help hoist myself up. I pushed my hair out of my eyes, and saw a Krimson Guard standing before me.

"Watch where you're going next time." he snapped at me. I glared at him. No one talked to me like that. Especially a servent to my father.

"Excuse me?" I growled, "I believe it was you who knocked me down. Who do you think you are? Do ou even know who I am?" the guard scoffed at me.

"Everyone knows who you are. You're the Baron's spoiled brat. Now get out of my way. I need to finish my route." I was fumming by this point. I crossed my arms, and stood my ground blocking him.

"Remove your helmet." I ordered. The guard stood there for a moment.

"No." he said flatly. I reached forward in an effort to pull it off his face. But he struggled against me.

"I said take it off! I want to see your face!" he was much stronger than I was. He sighed heavily, and he took his helmet off. I stared at him. He was handsome. Dark brown hair in dreds, a masculine jaw line complimented by a low brow. His light blue eyes were a piercing shade. You could almost get lost in them. His tattoos just made him seem so much more dangerous. I knew that they were a requirement of the guards to be branded, but his seemed just to fit. I must have been staring for a while because he gave me an odd look.

"Well, you saw me. Will you move now?" he snapped. I nodded quickly, and stepped to the side.

"Yeah. Of course." he walked past me, and he put his helmet back on conceiling his perfect face. "Wait!" I called. He paused, and looked over his shoulder at me." I didn't catch your name." he turned back towards his route.

"It's Torn." he yelled. I watched him until he was out of sight. I wanted to see his face to tell my father that I was mistreated. But now, I would hold my tongue. Something about Torn was hypnotizing. I wanted him, and like I said before; I always get what I want. Next time I see him, I was going to make sure that I was sexy. I was going to make that man fall for me. Make him fall hard.