PROLOGUE
Have you ever had someone walk into your life, someone who you knew would change your life forever? This was one of those times. I don't know how I knew this, or why I felt this way, but I did. Staring into his dark eyes, I just knew this was something real, something different, and something that would change me completely. In the dull thing I called my life, he was my savior.
CHAPTER 1:
I parked my car in the student parking lot, and got out to smile at my best friends.
"Goodmorning sunshine." Rose said. I chuckled.
"Morning Rose." I said. Carrie shook her head at us. "Morning Carrie." I said, hugging her. She smiled.
"Morning Lyssa." As we walked towards the school building, Carrie went to chatting.
"So, I went out with Chris last night." She said.
"Chris Cooper?" I asked. She nodded.
"He's hott." I lied. Chris actually wasn't all that attractive, but if she found him attractive, I was happy for her.
"Yeah, I know. He's hott. We went out to dinner and stuff. It was so fun." She said. I eventually tuned her out, because she went into details about their date that I didn't exactly want to know. I know your best friends are supposed to tell you everything but honestly, there are some things I'm really just better off not knowing. I started pulling stuff out of my locker when I noticed their conversation had come to a dead halt, mid-sentence. I turned, and that's when I saw him.
"Good Lord, someone tell me I'm seeing things." Rose said. He was absolutely gorgeous. She definitely wasn't seeing things. He had dark hair that hung along his forehead. It was messy, but not a bad messy, more like a sexy, messy. He had dark eyes, that looked black from a distance, but as he got closer I could see they were brown. He wore all black, black leather jacket, over a black t-shirt, with black jeans. As he approached, I quickly turned back to my locker, not wanting to be caught gawking like everyone else in the hallway was. Although, I didn't blame them. There wasn't a word to describe how absolutely gorgeous he was. I pretended to focus my attention on my locker. As he walked past me, I spared one look back to see him look dead at me, raise an eyebrow, and smile. I rolled my eyes then. Of course, they'd enroll another one of those guys.
"Of course he'd look at you." Carrie muttered.
"Hey, are you forgetting you just went out on a date with Chris? Focus Carrie."
"Oops." She said, her face turning a light shade of pink. She started to continue her conversation, when she cut herself off again, staring down the hall. I looked again, and groaned.
"Good Jesus God, their everywhere." I said. They both laughed.
"He's pretty." Rose said. This one was gorgeous as well. He had dark hair, not as dark as the first one, he wore a light gray shirt that clung to his muscled body, and jeans. He had on sunglasses, so his eye color remained a mystery. He strolled through the hallway, just as the first one had. I wondered if they were related. They were both similarly beautiful but they looked nothing a like.
"My God, we've been blessed." Carrie said, giggling.
"It definitely looks like it." Rose said. I laughed, and pushed them both playfully.
"You guys get to class." I said, grabbing my book and slamming my locker. They both laughed as I walked away. I grabbed a drink of water, and went into first period, World History. I walked to the desk in the very back, where I always sat. I wasn't a loner or anything, but I didn't like being surrounded by people like I would be sitting up front. I got myself situated, and class began. About twenty minutes into class, the door opened, and in walked the boy in black. Whispers broke out all through the classroom, mostly the girls. You could see their boyfriends were pretty pissed at them. He handed Mrs. Corbin his schedule, and flashed her a smile. I knew one thing for sure, he didn't look like a high school student. Oh well, I guess looks can be deceiving. I focused my attention back on the notes I was taking, but I could hear his footsteps slowly coming down the row next to me.
"This seat taken?" He asked. I looked up at him out of the corner of my eye, trying not to gawk at him the way everyone else did.
"Nope." I said. He smiled that woman-eater smile at me.
"Thanks." He sat down, and laid his books on the ground next to the desk. As I wrote, I could feel his eyes on me. I was careful not to look his way, but it was so hard when I knew he was staring straight at me. Finally, he turned his attention up front. I felt my body relax a little. When the lecture was over, and the teacher said we could talk amongst ourselves as we worked, he turned to me.
"Hello, I'm Damon… Damon Salvatore." He said. I almost laughed. It honestly took everything I had not to.
"Salvatore as in Savior?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yes ma'am. And you are?"
"I'm Alyssa Carson, but I go by Lyssa." I told him.
"Beautiful name." He said. I rolled my eyes a little, and looked down at my paper.
"Thanks." I said, softly.
"No problem." I smiled and got up, turning in my worksheet. I felt his eyes on me the whole time I walked to the front, and the whole way back. As I sat back down, I turned to him.
"You know, if you take a picture, it'll last longer. I'll even sign it for you." I said, smartly. He chuckled, his laugh was the most adorable thing ever. So was his smile, but I'd never admit that.
"Oo, we have ourselves a fiery redhead, don't we?" He asked. I smiled.
"Yepp." I said, popping the P.
"I'm sorry. It's just… You have beautiful eyes." I nodded.
"Oh yeah, how many girl have you said that too since you've been here?" I asked. The bell rang, and I grabbed my stuff and walked out, not sparing him another glance. As I walked down the hallway, I was pretty happy with myself. I saw what he was the moment he smiled at me this morning, and my experience with him in first period was no different. He was one of those guys who knew he was beautiful, and flaunted it, using that to make out with every chick he could get his hands on. Been there, done that, not going back. As I walked towards my second period class, I saw the other new boy, the one that was in gray walk into the room. Jesus, I couldn't get away from them. I walked to my seat in the back, and sat down. He handed his schedule to Mrs. Perkins.
"Class, this is Stefan Salvatore, and he'll be joining our class this year." She said. Salvatore. They were related. I hoped, and prayed he wasn't anything like his brother. He came and sat down in the seat beside me. He smiled and nodded at me once, before turning his attention up front. Yeah, definitely not like his brother. When Mrs. Perkins was done talking, and we started working, I turned to him.
"Stefan?" He turned to look at me, and I met his gaze. He had dark green eyes, like emeralds. They were gorgeous.
"Hi, I'm Alyssa, I met your brother last period, Damon?" He frowned.
"Oh boy, was he rude?" He asked.
"No. I was more rude to him than he was to me." I admitted. Stefan smiled and I swear it lit up the area around us. Was it really possible for two boys to be this gorgeous?
"I like you already." He said. I chuckled.
"You don't like your brother?"
"I tolerate him because he's my brother. Like is a subjective term." He said. I smiled.
"I completely understand." I said, nodding. He chuckled. His laugh was as adorable as his brothers. "So you and Damon have the whole, good brother, rude brother thing going on?"
"Good is a subjective term too." He said. I laughed.
"I like you already." I told him. He was a sweetheart, the total opposite of Damon. After class, the bell rang, and everyone headed to lunch. As I walked into the lunch room, I saw Damon surrounded by a group of girls.
"Wow." I said. Stefan shook his head, as he came up beside me.
"That's my brother." He muttered.
"You claim him?"
"Unfortunately." He said. I giggled. Damon locked my gaze from across the lunch room, and started towards me.
"Oh boy, that's my que to go." I said.
"Go quick. I'll try and hold him off for a little bit." Stefan said.
"Thanks." I said, quickly as I walked out of the cafeteria, and towards my locker which was on the opposite end of the school. I was hoping, maybe I could dig my book out, and just head on to class, but I had no such luck.
"Lyssa." I sighed.
"You found me." I muttered.
"Are we playing hide-and-seek?" He asked, a seductive hint to his tone. He did this weird eye thing, that of course I found extremely hot. Everything about him was extremely hot, except his personality.
"Depends, will you go hide, and wait for me to find you?" I asked, mock enthusiasm in my voice.
"Probably not. I'm not that patient." I nodded.
"Of course not." I muttered, tending back to my locker.
"So, I see you've met the illustrious Stefan Salvatore." He said.
"Illustrious?" I asked. He nodded. "I've noticed you and your brother don't get along that well."
"We tolerate each other." He told me. I grabbed my book, and closed my locker.
"Awesome." I said, walking around him.
"Hey… wait."
"What?" I groaned. I didn't want to be here. I'd fared just fine being rude to him earlier. It was much harder now that we were alone.
"Why are you so rude to me?"
"You said I was a fiery redhead, Damon. You should have figured it out by now… I'm a bitch."
"Touché." He said. I wanted to say something smart for him agreeing with me about me being a bitch, but I let it go. "I'm just trying to make friends."
"I saw the group of girls surrounding you at lunch, Damon. You have plenty of friends already."
"I don't even know half of them." He said. I shrugged.
"I have a class to attend. Good-bye Damon."
"See you around Alyssa." He said. My name coming from his lips almost sent a shiver down my spine. I disregarded it.
"I'm sure." I muttered as I walked away.
"You say it like it's a bad thing." He called. I kept walking, never once turning around as I walked away. I went into my next two classes to find them both Salvatore free. I wouldn't have minded Stefan in another one of my classes, but Damon? I could definitely do without. If I had to choose between the two brothers, I'd definitely choose Stefan. Stefan wasn't rude, and didn't harass me the way Damon did. As the bell rang and I walked out of my last period class, I couldn't help but notice the group of girls a few feet away from my locker. And of course, who would we find at the center of that mob? Damon Salvatore, himself. I rolled my eyes, and continued onto my locker. My best friends were at their lockers too, but they were gawking from a distance. I ignored it and went on about my business. Stefan walked up beside me, and I jumped.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said. I chuckled.
"Have you ever seen anything like it?" I asked, motioning towards his brother. "It's like he has them all under some kind of spell."
"He seems to think he does." Stefan muttered.
"Of course he would." I said, shaking my head, and turning my attention back to my locker.
"I'll see you around Lyssa." Stefan said. I smiled.
"Alright." I said, as he walked away. I turned to face Carrie and Rose to see their eyes on me, and their jaws on the floor.
"You… You talked to him?" Carrie asked. I chuckled and nodded.
"Yeah.. So what?"
"But he's…he's gorgeous, and you didn't even seem nervous." I rolled my eyes at her.
"Carrie, we're not in the seventh grade anymore. I don't get nervous around guys." I said. I turned back to my locker, but found Damon standing right next to it. I jumped and squeaked.
"Don't get nervous around guys, huh?" He asked.
"God, Damon. You scared the shit out of me… Don't do that."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you.. nervous." He said, doing that hott eye thing again. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my friends to see their jaws on the ground… again.
"Carrie, Rose, this is Damon Salvatore. Damon, these are my best friends, Carrie and Rose." I was hoping introducing them would get him off my back. Of course, that was a false hope. He smiled that gorgeous smile.
"It's a pleasure." He said.
"Your drooling." I whispered to both of them, their eyes never leaving Damon's gorgeous face. I grabbed my things, and closed my locker.
"Good-bye Damon." I said, trying to walk around him.
"Wait.. I just wanted to talk to you." He said.
"Haven't we talked enough today already?"
"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out sometime?" He asked, eyes meeting mine.
"I have other things to do." I said.
"Your never free?" He asked. I shook my head, trying to lie smoothly, even though I was pretty sure he knew. "Do you work?"
"No." I said. "Damon, do I really have to give you my life story?"
"It depends, will we see more of each other that way?" He asked.
"Probably not." I answered smoothly. He frowned a little, but the smug smile quickly returned.
"We sit by each other in first period. You can't get away from me that easily."
"I'll move." I said, coldly.
"Why are you so rude to me?" He asked.
"Why is it you seem to be stalking me?" I retorted. The smug smile left his face. I'd rendered him speechless. I met his gaze, and smiled. "Have a nice day, Damon." I grabbed my stuff, and walked around him, heading out to my car. I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked away, but I was careful not to look back. I was scared if I did, I'd feel sort of sorry for the things I said. I didn't ever really like being rude to people. I was actually a really nice person, but I knew what he was trying to pull, and I don't play that game. I wont. I got into my car, and sat there for a moment. I saw him exit the building, expression hard, never once looking my direction. He looked thoroughly pissed, and I knew I was the cause of it. I felt bad, but at the same time, I didn't. I started the car, and drove home.
