Che'yna Shotwell thought she had it all. Great friends, a gorgeous boyfriend, good grades. Anything she has ever dreamed of. But it all changed the day Jace comes back into her life. As he weaves his way back into her life, she notices changes in him. As she tries to break the mysterious boy, she gets herself in a dark secret that can hurt order to find out the truth, she must bind herself to the one she doesn't trust. Will she survive? Or will she bound herself to him?

So this is my new story called Bound To You with my boyfriend and friends in it

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"CHE'YNA!"

I blink a few times, focusing on not spacing out and glaring at all the people that walked past our usual spot in front of the cafeteria.

"What?" I snap, glancing at my best friends' angry expression. I almost laugh, she looked so cute. A preppy person shouldn't be angry. She really pretty blond hair that was naturally wavy, with 2 neon blue streaks underneath each side. She was about 2 months older than me; she has been my best friend since 3rd grade. She wore a pretty short sleeved blue seater that brought out the blue in her eyes today, with darkish blue skinny jeans. She had purple framed glasses with earrings that were little diamonds cut to look like little roses. She was a bit sensitive at times, but she never shows it.

"Have you been listening to a WORD I've ben saying?" She glowers at me, her lower lip puffed out like a two-year-old.

"Kind of," I mumble sheepishly.

"эй." hey. my other friend (and her boyfriend), Pavel, walks up to us, with his usual smile. he kisses Brook on the cheek, making her beam. He's a sophmore (like Brook and I). He's the most liked in our grade. Reason? Unknown. he was a little taller than me, with dark brown hair that was always spiked up in the front. He was a foriegn exchange student last year and he didn't know anyone. Being me, I started talking to him and we became friends. Some time that year, Pavel asked Brook out and they've been together ever since. They are so cute together.

"I know you don't want to hear me ramble but please listen... or at least pretend to be a little interested."

"Okay, okay." I finally say, hands raised in surrender.

"Do you think Chace will ask Abby out?"

Pavel snorts but stops mid-way because I elbow him gently in the ribs. I roll my eyes.

"Seriously, B? You know as much as I do that boy is shy as hell... shyer than me." I grin.

"So? Maybe some sort of weird spirit can come over him and make him do something that his conscience..." She said wistfully.

"Or he can grow some balls and ask her already." Pavel says, his Russain accent noticable. Brook laughs and replies back.

I drown them out as people pass by us.

Brook discretly tries to look over my shoulder at someone. Before I could say anything, strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me gently against a hard chest, and into a warm embrace.

"Morning, beautiful." A familiar voice whispers in my ear. I turn around in his arms, smiling. I stare into a pair of blue eyes set into the handsome face of my boyfriend, Austin Damptz.

"Mornin'..." I reply, our faces nearly touching.

Brook clears her throat. I step out of his arms but stay close, blushing a light pink.

"Pavel and I have to go...so-o we'll see you later." She mentioned, while dragging away a complaining Pavel.

I turn my attention back to Austin to notice him staring at me.

"Why are you staring at me?" I say, still blushing slightly.

"Just admiring how cute you look when you blush." He says. He trails a hand across my cheek, lingering. Warmth spreads through me from his touch.

I roll my eyes, used to his compliments. I honestly don't know why he liked me...I mean I'm not even pretty. I had auburn hair that was long in the front but chopped short in the back and the tips of my hair changed colors constantly to match which mood I'm in. I had normal green hazel eyes that changed depending on what I wear. Straight teeth. Uneven lips. Ears pierced.

Austin could have anyone and he chose me. I'm lucky but sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough for him. I feel like he could be dating a super model, and again he chose me. He was so gorgeous sometimes too that it hurt. He had dark brown hair that was almost ALWAYS perfect. Winter blue eyes that you could just drown in. And of course as I've said he was GORGEOUS. He was pretty built, but more of a swimmer's and a workout build. He was about 5'11", so he was pretty taller than me (I'm about 5'6"). He had a perfect smile, though he's always grinning, even now when he was staring at me.

I look at my feet, not wanting him to see me blushing even more.

"Your doing it again." I murmur.

"Doing what?" Austin sounded amused.

I look up at him, eyebrow raised. "You know exactly what...you're doing your puppy dog look to try and crack me so I tell you what I'm thinking."

He steps closer, leaning his face closer to mine.

"Am I?" He whispers, trailing his lips against my mine, making me shiver. "You're so beautiful." Austin whispers against my lips.

I step away, self conscious all of a sudden. "Yeah...sure" I say sarcastically.

"Che'yna..." He starts but gets interrupted by the bell. "We'll finish this later." He replies, eyes gleaming mischeviously. I kiss him again before making my way to my first day back in hell.

"I got biology." I heard the bitch say as she smacked her gum. Great… Justina Hoskins is in my first class of the day. "I just hope that dumb fag Laughlin didn't show." That's right… Joey started taking an extra biology class so that he wouldn't get held back… I heard her skanky friend cackle at Justina's 'joke.' She was about to get punched. Actually, they were about to get punched. "Fucking faggot. I bet he really is queer. And his little friends, too. Austin is too good for that slut. You know she cheats on him, right?" She chuckled a high pitched laugh. That's it. I couldn't stand this bitch for another second.

"HOW DARE YOU! YOU DON'T KNOW ANY OF US, ESPECIALLY ME AND JOEY! SO TAKE YOUR LITTLE LOUIS VUITTON BAG OR WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS, AND GO SHOPPING, YOU PINK FUCKING BARBIE DEMON!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. She looked at me in utter disgust. Everyone else, was in complete and utter shock. No one ever talked to Justina like I just did. Until now.

"Whatever, slut." I punch her, seething with rage. I did it harder that I thought, and didn't realize till I saw the crimson red blood littered on the side walk. I realized the blood was just pouring from her nose as if a faucet had been turned on. I heard an orchestra of sound as soon as I shook my hand out from the pain: gasps, screams of terror, screams of joy, applause, and cheering… but the worst, was the whistle signifying a staff member (most likely Coach Buzwell) was there to witness the entire affair.

"CHE'YNA SHOTWELL! AAAAA-teen-SHUN!"

Oh shit.