Hello lovelies! I promise I'm not a creepy stalker, I just want to call you my lovelies! So anyway, I deleted most of my old fanfictions and now I'm writing this story. My OCs. If people like it I'll make it a book, I promise. Smiley face! On with the story!
Poisoned Love
Prologue
I lifted the apple handed to me and bit hard, taking a chunk out of it. My vision became blurry, and I crumpled to the ground. No... poison?
The poison was in my veins. Am I going to die on a cold tile floor in a locked basement where my family would never find my body? I certainly hope not. That would be terrible, mostly for my family.
"You always say you want to die," I heard the voice of the one I thought had loved me, "So I gave you the poisoned apple so you can be my Snow White princess."
Snow White princess? What the hell? I'm a boy! Adam! I wanted to scream, but my voice wouldn't work. My eyes slid shut as I was swallowed by the darkness.
Chapter One - Poisoned Apple
~Two Weeks Prior~
My name is Seunou Hwaiteu. When Adam confessed that he liked me in a romantic sense, I was in seventh heaven. I had liked the gothic 'badass' ravenette since I first met him when he moved in. Not that I could admit that, I'm the shy nerd of the school.
Well, I say he 'confessed'. No, what he really did was walked right up to me and said, "I like you, you're my boyfriend now, let's go out for dinner later."
"O-okay," I squeaked. A squeak was really all I could manage. His attitude shocked me into silence- err, squeakiness. "Wh-what time?"
"I'll pick you up at your house at six," he replied, reaching out and grabbing a few locks of my shaggy dyed-green hair. "Nice hair, by the way. Dye it darker next time, k?" With that he walked down the street, leaving me with my homework standing dumbly in front of my school, completely shell-shocked by his 'confession'. Oh well.
At six p.m. I was waiting outside my house in black pants, a white button-up t-shirt, a black jacket with a hood and red trim, high black boots below my pantlegs, and my black glasses. My hood was pulled up, and I was waiting patiently for Adam to arrive.
And there he was. He drove a -no surprise, black- Saturn Aura XE. When he stopped the car, it was clear I was supposed to get in, so I did. He pulled out of the driveway, and I stared at him, taking in what he was wearing.
He was wearing a pair of jeans with rips in the knees, a black t-shirt that seemed to hug his beautiful chest, a black leather jacket, and black motorcycle boots. I hoped I wasn't drooling, I know I was staring, at the least.
"You look nice, Adam," I murmured when I found my voice again.
He looked at me, and I knew it was back to squeakfest again as he said, "You should wear black a lot more, looks good on you." Then he looked at the road again.
"Where are we... uh... where are we going?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Olive Garden, unless you don't do Italian food."
"No, Italian is fine!" I exclaimed hastily. I do like Italian food. It would probably be better with Adam- I'm thinking like a girl!
At that time, I had never thought anything could go wrong.
DIGIDIGIDUM DIGIDIGIDUM
Two days later, I was trying to go to my first hour class in peace when a group of the usual freaks had to find me and surround me, picking on me from my hair, my glasses, my clothes, the fact I'm part Korean, all that shit. I hate freaks like them.
"Hey, nerd." Adam's voice- very comforting to me. I turned, giving him a crooked grin, and offered him my reply:
"Emo!" I exclaimed. The people around me backed off when Adam entered the picture (whoopee). I smiled up at him, and he grinned down at me.
"I'm not emo. Not short, either."
Why did I have to bite the poisoned apple?