Chapter 1: The walking Taco Bell, nice...

DISCLAIMER: I OWN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING SO LAY OFF MY CASE PO PO! :D

Chloe's POV

I ran through the darkened meadow, chains heavy on my feet as the tried to contain me. Lightning cracked across the sky and an answering call of thunder erupted, pumping my adrenaline faster. I had to run, I had to escape! He was coming for me. I ran into the forest surrounding the meadow, ducking behind a tree. I held my breathe against the panting heaves of intake I wanted so dearly. I heard the soft fall of footsteps echo around me, great I don't know where he is! A soft chuckle rang in the eery silence, sending chills of horror through me.

"Now now, you can ride but you'll never be able to hide. Come out Chloe, I wont hurt you..." His dream like voice called out. I doubt that highly. He sighed. " Guess she went the other way." I let out a heaving breathe, thankful of the air. Before I could take a second gulp, the boy was in front of me, smirking widely. He was beautiful in the moonlight or any light really. He had soft brown bangs, porcelain skin and strange ruby red eyes.

"What do you want with me?" I asked frantically. He laughed softly, pinning me to the tree. His head dipped down to my neck, his lips against my neck.

"Oh you'll see." With that pain erupted through me.

I bolted to the side of my bed, falling off and hitting my head hard on my side desk. I groaned in pain as I got up slowly from my painful fetal position. Most people just jolt, I have to take it to a whole new level and fricking swan dive of my bed. Then again I doubt most people have dreams of cute killer psycho boy coming to kill them. That's like a bad goth book. Or emo book. Not that I have anything against Emos and Goths, they're cool with whole ummmm... death black tear thing.

Anyway this isn't the first time these dreams have made me perform a gymnastics routine in bed, it's been happening for months. My parents just think it's a phase, my best friend Rodrick thinks that some evil occult witch has charmed me... Don't ask. I think it's something way more than that, I think he might be real. I mean c'mon no imaginary guy is that hot! I feel like these dreams are trying to tell me something, like something bad is going to happen. Just what I need, another thing to screw up my life. What's next? My parent's are going to have another child? I love kids and all but, I like being an only child.

Oh well crazy hot psycho boy or not, I still have to go to the #!*% that is Seattle High school. I could have gone to Forks High, but no my parents thought it wasn't good enough. Of course it isn't all bad, apart for a super mean bully, teacher who all hate me and having to share air with people who can't count, I still have my best friend Rodrick. I have never even gone to Forks elementary, nope it's always been Seattle elementary, Seattle Middle school etc... Rodrick and I met in Kindergarten, we were both being shoved into the same playhouse. We have always been bullied, me because of Indian ethnicity and Rodrick because he was openly gay. Something you don't get in a small town or city. If it wasn't for Roddy, I would have probably have died by now. I got up from the floor, heading to the door of my bathroom. I brushed my teeth and took a shower, you need no more details perves... I got up and headed to my room to change. I threw on a 'CHALLENGE THE MAN!' t-shirt, black skinny jeans and spiked up biker boots. Totally badass. I grabbed my backpack, bolting down the stairs and into the pancake smelling kitchen. I saw an awaiting plate of pancakes, lavished in maple syrup and topped with blueberries. I dove in for the kill, scoffing my pancakes like a dog.

"Chloe slow down! You're constructing a mass pancake genocide, seriously eat like a person." My Dad scolded. I giggled, slowing down considerably. " Seriously kiddo, how do you work up an apetite by sleeping?" I rolled my eyes, stuffing a wad of syrupy goodness in my mouth.

"Running and fearing for her life makes a girl hungry." I grumbled. He chuckled, flipping pancakes at a hyper rate.

"Maybe you should run to a police station next time, Chloe it's only logical."He chuckled. That's my Dad, the every logical Star Wars geek. He's sarcastic, loving and amazingly smart. I've always been a little daddy's girl, despite the fact my personality doesn't suite it. Oh Dad, if only it was that easy...

"Chloe are you still obsessing over that boy, it's not healthy hun." My mom chirped, walking briskly into the kitchen. My mom is the bubbliest of people, nicest person in the world. She is my rock, I seriously don't know what I would do without her. She has always been there for me, giving me the best advice.

"Mom it's not obsession if you have to see this played in your head while you're unconscious. More of like a hostage style movie night." I said. She laughed, sitting down and neatly tucking in to food. I checked my watch, realizing the time. "Gotta go, gonna be late for the bus!" I said, rushing out the door. I heard distant goodbyes as I rushed towards the bus stop. I reached the bus stop just as the vehicle stopped, allowing me to hop on. I searched the seats for Rodrick, finding him cowering in the back seats being taunted by jocks. I jogged closer towards them, reaching them with a few strides.

"Hey little gay boy! Scouting for boyfriends? Where's you're little bodyguard?" One of them shouted. Those baffoons continued to laugh like animals, #!*% me off to no end. I cleared my throat loudly, killing their laughter.

"I suggest if you want to live, you'll back the #!*% off and go back to pretending you know how to play football." I threatened, keeping my face emotionless. The trick is to never let them see an emotion they can pick up and use against you. The head of the little gang tried to act cool, even though his stance reeked of fear. I have quite a reputation of making bad things happen to people I don't like.

"Look, just shove and p-play w-with your dolls." He retorted, shakily. I raised an eyebrow, striking a righteous pose.

"You know what I'm capable of so I suggest you back of before I hurt you." I said. He started to laugh along with his cronies, so I did the only reasonable thing I could think of. I punched him in the gut and flipped him over my back. He looked up at me in complete shock, in which I gave a sweet smile. I sat down next to a shaking Rodrick who gave me a grateful smile." Hey what's up Rodrick?" I asked casually.

"You just went gorilla crazy on a bunch of seniors! You don't know how crazy you are." he exclaimed. I chuckled, oh I think I do.

"Hey that was just my morning workout, I going to mess up some college guys after school." I joked, in which I received a nervous chuckle. That's odd, Rodrick always laughs at my jokes. "something bothering you buddy?" I asked concerned. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, toying with his hands.

"Remember when I said i would have to move to Spain if my Mom ever wanted to take custody of me?" He asked. I didn't get where he was going with his conversation, until the last minute. my eyes widened as realization dawned on me.

" Wait! You're moving to Spain!" I exclaimed. He nodded a small tear rolling down his cheek. I launched on to him in a hug, squeezing him tight and kissing his cheek. " Hey Roddy don't cry, shush... When are you leaving buddy?" He gulped.

"Tomorrow." He said. I literally jumped out of my skin when he said that.

"WHAT! When did you find out? Why didn't you tell me!" I asked frantically. he raised his hands in surrender.

" Calm down Clo! I only found out yesterday! My mom has already arranged everything and my dad's packing my stuff. You're the first person to know Chloe. i swear i don't want to leave, I have no choice!" he said. I eased up a little, but not completely. I snuggled into my best friends since four years old, we've known each other for ten years. I can't believe I might never ssee him again, ever. We hugged until the bus halted for us to get off, heading to school. It seemed more of a prison than it already is, maybe because I don't have a phone call anymore.

LUNCH

"So how was english?" Rodrick asked as we headed down the corridor. I made gagging noises. Yep that bad.

"Mrs Jarnet decided to give us a pop quiz, then made us watch Romeo and Juliet while the popular crowd made out in the back." I said bitterly. Rodrick laughed at my personal #!*% .

" At least you didn't have to listen to Mr O'Connor talk about how the British stink and why they should have never crossed the pond. We all know that the break up with Ms Brown was bad, but does he need to make fun of her nationality." He complained as we entered the canteen. I laughed as we lined up for food.

"You really can't call it a break up, you need to be a couple for that. The most romantic thing they did was argue about Shakespeare." I pointed out. We chuckled quietly as we payed for our food and tried to find a place to sit. We about to move when the most dastardly, evil and cruelest person in the world stood in our way. Misha Everton , status: Queen Bee. A #!*% one at that.

"Well well, if isn't the gay boy and the sorry excuse of a girl, what happened did the zoo throw you out?" She dissed, well if you can call that a diss. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah and they wanted us to tell you the gorilla want's his face back." I quipped back coolly. She froze, seemingly speechless at my sudden comeback.

"Whatever!" She finally said. "I heard you messed with my boyfriend Kurt on the bus today. I came to warn you, if you touch him again you'll regret it." She threatened. Was I meant to be afraid or laughing?

"Wow I'm shaking in my boots. Anyway I can't see what you could do to possibly-" i was cut off short when she tipped my Taco right down the front of my shirt. The whole canteen froze, then burst out into laughter. I felt very tiny and vulnerable as they started to hurl insults at me and make snide comments. I felt like crying, I felt like running away. So that's what I did. I ran out the canteen, trying to avoid the remarks, bursting out into tears.