His reddish hair, green eyes, white creamy complection, he was everything and more. No girl could resist him, guys wanted to be him, some parents wish he was their child. Me? I wanted him! I was in love with him. He just didn't know it yet. But I never thought he would be interested in me. I guess he liked the hard core chicks with tattoos of animals. I have a white creamy complection to, hazel eyes, lose curls that go just above my bra strap, and I'm only 5'2. My name is unique though, Serenadè. I wish he would look at me, look at me just once. I wanted him so bad. All of the other girls would fall for him and if they didn't match up with his needs he would just set them aside or throw them to the curve. But his name, his name rang bells in my ear. Stephen De'vil, one day I would be 'vil. Stephen was just so, I can't even put it in words. His black leather that he always wore, his red spikes on his head that would capture the suns essence, all of that just turned me on. (literally) I needed to do something that would set me apart from the rest of the crowd. I've looked the same since freshman year, senior year! It's time to change.
My hair is the first thing that has to change. It went from a faded red that I had in since sophomore year, to jet black and the bottom blond. Make up was never my friend to say the least, but some wouldn't kill me. Piercings oh boy! I had my three ear holes, the two at the bottom and my cartilage, my nose, my bellybutton and my lip (on the side). Tattoos? I went and got one done. What a horrible sensation of pain. If that wasn't pain then I don't know what is. I got stars on my back. My parents are very open minded, but shocked because they never expected me to get a tattoo. EVER! Rocker chick here I come. Tomorrow Stephen has a big awakening.
Walking to school I was real nervous I didn't know what to do or what to think. As ii was approaching him everyone seemed to look at me in disbelief.
"Hey Stephen," my voice called out to him, trying to be sexy with it.
"I'm busss," he literally drooled on the floor. "Do, do I know you?"
I looked at him with confidence, "Serenadè, I sit behind you in astronomy, you know little red head nerd."
His jaw dropped, "Wow! You look amazing. You and I can make magic."
Even though his pick up line was really corny, it was actually kind of flattering. One the outside I was looking and acting hard core and not letting anything phase me, but on the inside I just wanted to melt. I was about to just jump up and say, "Oh Stephen, come take me!" But I remembered that I had to keep my cool. I didn't want him to know how bad I wanted him. I wanted to tease him a little, make him want me as bad as I want him.