Hi, guys! I'm only gonna post the disclaimer once because I'm lazy. :)
I DO NOT OWN THE NIGHT WORLD SERIES. L.J. SMITH DOES.
I DO NOT OWN SHE'S NOT YOU. DAVID ARCHULETA DOES.
Oh, and thanks loads to mspink93. xD
Enjoy? o.O
Prologue
RPOV
Rashel stared at the window, watching the rain fall.
It was Junior Prom – masquerade-themed.
Her school had decided to have their Junior Prom with another school, so she didn't know half the people there.
Her sister – Keller – was in the corner, drinking punch...that she helped spike.
The streets were glowing with lights.
Rashel sighed, fingering the ruffles of her knee-length dress.
"Dance with me."
She was about to look up and snap at whoever it was...until she saw the eyes.
They were dark, cold, bottomless.
Beautiful.
The rest of his face was beautiful, too. He hadn't bothered to put on a mask, like Keller.
He was cold, that boy. And she didn't know why he had asked her in the first place.
He acted and talked in a devil-may-care manner. There was an air of danger around him. Something that screamed, 'run-if-you-value-life'.
"Not having much fun, huh?" he asked suddenly, sounding almost – almost – symphathetic.
She smiled apologizingly. "Not really."
"You didn't seem very happy by the window."
Oh.
She should have thought it was only because he was trying to be nice.
Trying.
"Want to go for a walk?"
She looked at the window. It was still raining.
"Sure, I love the rain."
QPOV
Quinn walked next to the dark-haired girl quietly.
The rain was pounding down hard.
The girl stared straight ahead.
Her eyes were green, like emeralds, and calm, like a lake.
Quinn was cold – personality-wise – but he couldn't stand the silence.
"So what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?"
She turned to him slowly, and her eyes weren't as calm anymore. Or maybe they were.
The calm before a hurricane.
RPOV
"Pardon?" she whispered through the rain. She could see him strain to read her lips.
"You are pretty," he stated, grinning a Mad Hatter grin. Mad, but charming, and slightly cocky.
Rashel was already labelling him as 'womanizier' now.
"Go away."
"I don't think so," he said seriously, but the smile was still on his face.
Why, that cocky little...
Rashel huffed and stepped on his foot...hard.
"How about now?" she asked sweetly.
QPOV
Holy. Shit.
It hurt like crap, thought Quinn as he jumped up and down on one foot.
"You don't I'm going to let you get away with it, do you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She laughed. Laughed.
"Of course not," she said, smiling in a way that said 'I-know-how-the-world-works,-you-don't-have-to-tell-me'.
"Good," Quinn stopped jumping and walked closer to her.
RPOV
Relax, Rashel. Rashel told herself. Just remember what Keller said about guys. Kick up the –
He grabbed her hand suddenly...
...and fell down, pulling her with him, laughing the whole way.
Rashel raised an eyebrow. This was a very weird boy.
"You better watch out, pretty kitty," he said, stroking her hair. Rashel just glanced numbly ahead. Her mother used to call her that. "I won't let you off every time, you know."
He wrapped an arm around her and she turned her head up to look at his face.
Biggest. Mistake. Ever.
He was looking at her, too, and his face was about an inch away from hers...before she looked up.
Her lips brushed his, and she looked away quickly.
QPOV
The raindrops glittered off her hair, and she looked really...beautiful.
Because he'd been lying, of course. She wasn't pretty, she was beautiful. Even with that thing covering half her face, he knew she was beautiful.
Quinn saw his hand move slightly towards her face, and he couldn't stop.
He turned her face towards him and slowly trailed upwards, taking hold of the mask.
She didn't try to stop him, just stared at him with her wide, green eyes.
He lifted it a little bit higher.
And she snapped suddenly, as if waking from a trance.
"What are you doing?"
RPOV
Oh, crap, crap, crap.
She shouldn't have let him go that far. It was wrong.
But it felt right.
Right for her to feel safe next to him, and yet not-so-safe either. Right for her to never want to leave. Ever.
He stared at her sadly with those cold, black eyes of his, which suddenly didn't seem cold at all. Just lonely...
"I'm sorry, I have to go now," Rashel whispered, standing up quickly and throwing his arm off on the way.
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