A/N: Hi again. Well just finished reading the first book of the 'House of Night' Series - Marked. I really enjoyed it.
This is only my second story, so bear with me. Since I have only read the book twice, I am struggling with some aspects of Zoey's character.
Sorry if it isn't correct. Please feel free to PM and give me tips.
I am only posting this to see what sort of response I get. If I feel it isn't going well, I will stop with it. If it goes well, I will carry on.
ZPOV
I climbed into my bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and wrapping them tightly around me in attempt to warm myself up. Standing outside in the winter breeze in just a skimpy top and mini-skirt was probably not one of my brightest ideas, but as per usual, it wasn't my idea to go out in the first place. It was Kayla's—my ex-best friend. As a wave of drowsiness fell upon me, I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of the night.
After the game, Kayla had insisted on going out, but my parents had other ideas. They were strict so had set me a curfew. I had to refuse Kayla, but when Heath – the school hottie – asked me personally after homeroom, I immediately accepted the offer. I ran home after the game, climbing into bed, pretending to sleep until I knew both my parents were sound asleep. The clock struck half eleven, and I could hear the snoring sound come from my parents room. I slowly creaked open the door, and walked at a snail's pace down the hallway, before quickly running out the front door.
The night was a blast. I had fun, even without the sex, drugs and alcohol. I was having the time of my life up until the point where Heath decided to come and talk to me. At first it was fine; we just sat there chatting and hugging etc. After what seemed forever, Heath slid closer to me on the couch, hauling my leg up over his waist, so I was straddling him. He put his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him, before laying his lips fully on mine. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, requesting access. By this point I was completely tense from Heath's hands roaming my body, so I refused him entry. I pushed and shoved him, attempting to get out of his tight grip, but failed miserably. He lowered his hand from my neck, moving them to the front of my body and slid them under my t-shirt. His mouth moved along my jaw, laying intense kisses against my skin. He flipped me over, so he was on top of me, still continuously kissing my neck. I shoved him – hard – causing him to fall off the couch onto the floor. I heard him moan, before hauling himself back up. I couldn't help but and chuckle. I stood up off the couch, and took off down the hall. Before closing the front door behind me, I turned to check that Heath hadn't decided to follow me, to see him and Kayla's bodies pushed up tightly to each other, sucking each other's face off. Urgh! What a slut!
I awoke to a clashing sound, coming from outside my window. I looked over at my alarm clock. Midnight. I reluctantly tore myself away from the warmth of the bed, and made my way across to my window. Pulling back the curtains ever so slightly, allowing a small stream of light pout in from the streetlamp outside. I peered outside, scanning the garden looking for something. Nothing. As I started to turn back around again, I noticed something crouched down under the tree in my garden. I stared intently at the shadow. All of a sudden the head of the shadow looked up. I gasped. Staring straight back at me was a pair of beautiful sapphire blue eyes. I blushed, quickly closing the curtains behind me. I stood there with my back against the wall, breathing deeply. Only one thing was on my mind: who on earth was that?
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