Hi! Thank you for reading my story.
A Few Things: First of all, the title of the story is the title of a song by the AMAZING band Lydia because the song really inspired me to write this. Second, This is my first attempt at fanfiction and I hope I don't disappoint. Third, everything belongs to the brilliant Kelley Armstrong :] and without further ado, Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Golden Boy
Brrrrrriiiiiinggggggggggg! !
The warning bell rung. I now had only one minute to get to my class before I was marked tardy. But I had no intention of going. I usually don't make it a habit to skip classes but I find it so hard to even consider P.E. a class. Especially my class. All my teacher does when she has no desire to go over the rules of tennis, basketball, volleyball, etc. again, is put on the TAE BO DVD while she sits in the corner reading People or some shit like that. Basically, a waste of my time.
I wanted to leave campus but I knew I couldn't afford to miss my last class, which was calculus. If I ever figure out why I decided to take calculus, I'll let you know. So I walked around the campus discreetly trying to find a place to wait out my class. The problem with my campus is that it is so wide and open, so while I searched, I stayed close to the walls using blur spells to conceal myself. If Paige ever found out I was using magic to help skip classes, she would probably kill me. On top of killing me for skipping class, period. I finally found the perfect spot under the bleachers at the football field. I sat down and took out a book and started to read. After what felt like half an hour, I checked my phone to find out only ten minutes had passed. I still had a good sixty minutes before I could get back. I had to find something else to do.
I looked around the bleachers and out at the field. It was deserted.
I wonder if it would be safe to practice some magic. I'd been having a really hard time with this one particular spell, which is unusual for me. Magic has always come pretty easy to me. I don't know if it is just because I'm a talented witch or because I'm a witch/sorcerer mix. I choose to believe the former. And believing the former is what makes not being able to do a spell all the more frustrating. At least, if I use this time to practice, it saves me from having to do it at home. I looked around one more time...
DAMN IT! There was someone coming my way. I grabbed my bag and scooted further into the bleachers where apparently the spiders were throwing a party in their cobweb city. The person, a male, was coming into the bleachers but he wouldn't see me as long as he didn't come too far in but I readied a cover spell just in case. He came a little further in and sat down leaning against one of the supports. I still couldn't see him from my vantage point but I was pretty sure it had to be a student. I moved a little to my right to be able to get a glance at the intruder of my hide out.
Of course. It was Clark Donovan. Lincoln High's Golden Boy. He is high school popularity personified. You know, good looking, football player, basketball player, on student council, gets good grades, dating the school's resident beauty queen, was just crowned Homecoming king, yadda, yadda, yadda... You get the picture. And he apparently is a nice guy according to everyone.
And yet, I'd never really paid any attention to him. It's not like I have some aversion to popularity or anything like that. It's not even like I'm unpopular. I just don't care about high school politics like that. In fact, the only reason I knew who he is, is because of Rachel and Jenna who talk about him like he's the second coming of Jesus.
But I was looking at him now. He was good looking but in a completely generic way. Dark, slightly curly hair that hung a little past his ears, light freckling across the bridge of his straight nose, skin and body that showed evidence of the hours spent in football practice, and a pair of full lips. I couldn't tell what his eye color was because not only was he a couple feet away but he was leaning against the support beam with his eyes closed. He wasn't sleeping... it kind of looked as though he was meditating. I moved just a little closer and actually enacted my cover spell. At this point, I was not sure what I was doing. Why am I sitting here invisible, watching this guy relaxing? At that moment, a sudden breeze swept through the bleachers causing Clark to open his eyes. I stayed still because where I was currently located, he would definitely see me if the spell broke.
And while I was certain that the spell was still in place, Clark Donovan was staring directly at me. Well, not at me, but in the space that I was occupying. This gave me a chance to look at his eyes and sate my curiosity about them. His eyes were dark blue and really, the only word to sum them up was beautiful.
Clark closed his eyes again. But I wasn't sure what to do. If I move, I risk him seeing me pretty much appear out of no where, but I'm not sure how long he plans on sitting here.
As if an answer to my question, the bell rung.
"Oh, shit!" Clark let out as he quickly got up and ran out of the bleachers. I waited a minute after he departed to make my own departure. I hauled ass all the way to my locker knowing that I was probably going to be late for Calc. As I approached my locker, I saw my best friend, Sarah, standing there holding my Calc notebook, so I wouldn't even have to waste time opening my locker.
"Do I even want to know where you were?" Sarah asked as she passed me the notebook. We started walking towards our class.
"I just didn't feel like going to P.E. so I skipped," I replied.
"Oh, where'd you go?"
"No where, I just under the bleachers and read." At that point we reached the classroom and we got into the seats that our friend, Rachel, was holding for us. Halfway through the class, Rachel slipped a folded piece of paper on my desk. I opened it.
Do you think Paige and Lucas will let you go out tonight?
I think so... Why? I replied back. I didn't want to give a definite answer because with Rachel, you never know what she has hidden up her sleeve to do.
There's a new club opening up tonight. A special club for special people.
That was Rachel's way of saying it was a club for supernaturals; witches, half-demons, sorcerers, etc. I looked at Rachel and rolled my eyes. She knew how much I hated clubs and anywhere where there is an excessive amount of people.
Rachel took the paper back from me to scribble down a new note.
It's supposed to be very exclusive tonight. Guest list only.
So how are we getting in?
We're on the guest list, dummy. I know the owner. You have to come! Sarah, Jen, and Hunter all agreed to come!
Fine. I'll come but just know I'll probably be miserable the entire time.
Yay! You should also get permission to stay at my house tonight.
Rachel and Jenna's mom was very lax about them being out late and coming home whenever. Probably because she was barely there anyway, unlike my guardians who are like three eyed hawks. Rachel making the suggestion to stay over probably means that this club is far away and we won't be getting back until late.
Well, where is the club at?
Salem
Of, course it is.
And there you have it, Chapter one. I hope you guys liked it! This is actually a pretty short chapter for what I have in mind for this fic, I just wanted to test the waters to see how you guys like it so far. I also plan on having a lot of the characters from the series in it in addition to the OCs. And it is not only a love story but will have plenty of action in it as well later on. OK, so let me know what you guys thought. Review please!
Love,
Marvi
