I Want To Kill You Means I Love You?

Summary: 17 Cassariah Sophia Jones has always lived a normal and happy life - sort of. She's suffered from heart break, jealously, and grief over her mother who had died in a car accident when she had only been nine years old. She has a normal best friend named Lindz Redfern who has a normal human boyfriend named Erik Smiths. Or so she thought. Everything she knew about her friends and the world she lives in changes when she meets the mysterious Jesse Adams.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own The Night World Series... L.j. Smith does sadly

Chapter One: My Best Friend Wants To Help Me Find Prince Charming

"…and guess what she told me her brother told her?" my best friend Lindz was asking me.

"Who?" I asked, blinking and looking over at her, struggling to pay attention.

Lindz sighed, her blond naturally wavy hair moving as she shook her head from side to side disapprovingly. "Cassariah Jones," she said sadly in a voice I almost didn't recognize for her voice was usually always cheerful. "Do you ever pay attention to a single word I say to you?"

I shrugged, grinning sheepishly. "You talk too much Lindz. I'm sorry."

"I know I do," Lindz said, smiling proudly and revealing ultra white teeth, but that smile disappeared shortly. "But can you at least make an attempt to pay attention to what I am trying to say to you? It's important for God's sake!"

"Alright," I sighed.

Lindz nodded, content. "I guess I have to start all over," she murmured to herself, glaring at me for a second then continuing to whatever she had been trying to tell me earlier.

"You know Alison Black, right?" she asked me.

"Of course I know Alison Black," I sighed, rolling my eyes at her. Everyone knew Alison Black. "What about her?"

"Well, in Trig today we were talking and-"

"You were talking to Alison Black?" I interrupted, surprised. Alison Black was one of the most popular girls at school. She never talked to Lindz or me, if anything she'd give us a pitying smile but that was about it. Lindz and I weren't really popular at the high school, a lot of students didn't even know our names.

"Yes, she's actually really nice," Lindz said. "Anyway, you know her brother Mike right?"

"Yeah, of course," I said, rolling my eyes at her again. Michael Black, Mike for short, was one of the football players for Lakeview High School. He talked to me in the classes we had together occasionally but that was about it. He seemed pretty nice.

"Well, Alison was telling me that he likes you!"

"Whoa," I said, blinking. Totally not expected. "How can he like me?"

"Cassariah," Lindz said disapprovingly. "Do you not realize how amazing you are? Why wouldn't he like you?"

"I don't know," I mumbled, highly uncomfortable with the situation.

"You're smart, funny, and cute," Lindz said. "Not to mention strong, brave, and the ability to break any guy's bones if they piss you off."

"I-"

"Cassariah, you really should start dating again. I know Ben broke your heart by cheating on you with that whore Melissa-"

"I'm over that," I lied. The truth was, I had never completely gotten over Ben. We had been dating for a year and I still felt like I was in love with him. It had broken my heart to see him all over another girl, especially since he had told me he had loved me thousands of times. And he had looked like he really had meant it at the time.

"I just hate seeing you unhappy," Lindz said. "You're my best friend."

"I know that. And I am happy."

Lindz sighed, rolling her eyes. "Alright, so you're happy. But I think you'd be happier if you actually had a boyfriend. One who really loved you and wouldn't hurt you. And the only way to get one is to date."

"Not all boys are like Erik, Lindz," I sighed, flipping through my history book to page six hundred and fifty three. I scanned through the text about World War II looking for the answer to the question on the sheet the history teacher Mr. Jones had assigned for homework.

"Well, you're right about that I suppose. I mean, Erik is… special I guess you could say."

"Yup," I agreed.

"Find the answer to number three yet Cassariah?" Lindz asked me, staring at the history book with an expression of boredom as we were laying on my bed on our stomachs side by side after a few minutes of silence.

"No… wait. Yes," I said, staring at the front of the page. "It's Adolf Hitler. I got that a while ago. I didn't use the book, I mean it is kind of obvious."

"Obvious for you maybe," Lindz yawned. "I hate Mr. Jones and his retarded homework."

"It's not that bad."

Lindz groaned, rolling onto her side. "If it's so easy can I just copy yours? I have a date with Erik tonight and I really don't want to be late because of Mr. Jones and his stupid paper. If you ask me he should just take his paper and shove it up his-"

"Lindz," I interrupted disapprovingly.

"What?"

I was about to chastise her for what she said when I heard my dad yell, "Dinner's ready girls!"

"You going to stay for dinner?" I asked instead as we got up off of my bed.

Lindz glanced over at my plain clock on my nightstand. It was six forty-five. "Not tonight," Lindz said excitedly. "I have to get home and get ready for the date."

"Alright," I said, hugging her. "Text me later, okay?"

"Okay."

We went downstairs, each of us going different ways. Her towards my front door and me over towards the dinning room where my dad was sitting at the table, opening a box of pizza and placing a slice on a paper plate.

"Hi Dad." I sat down beside him at the small, rounded table that only sat four people. Ever since my mother had died in a car accident when I was ten, there was usually only two people at this table. Sometimes three when Lindz stayed for dinner.

"Hi honey," he answered in his deep voice. "How was your day?"

"Good. How about yours?"

"Good."

"Listen honey, there's something I have to talk to you about," my father said after a few moments of silence.

"Huh?" I asked as I took a bite of my extra cheesy pizza. Yum.

"Tomorrow night I invited someone… from work over. To, um, meet you."

"Who is he?" I asked. Sometimes my dad invited a friend over from work over, usually just to meet me and then to discuss things at work. So, as you can imagine I was kind of used to it by now.

"She works as a nurse at the hospital," my dad said, moving in his seat uncomfortably waiting for my response.

"She?"

"Cassariah, I know you're probably-"

"Does she make you happy?" I interrupted, sensing what was coming.

My dad blinked, once then twice. He was clearly taken aback by my response.

"Well, uh, yes," he said gruffly after a moment.

"Then I'm okay with it. I can tell you must like her or something by how you're acting. And if you're worried about me, don't be."

My father cracked a smile, his blue eyes sparkling. "Thanks Cassariah."

"You don't have to thank me," I said, giving him a smile. "I love you Dad."

"I love you, too."

After eating three and a half slices pieces of pizza and talking with my dad I went upstairs to my room, leaving my dad to watch television as I did my homework.

He had seemed really happy about my reaction to Carrie (He told me that was her name) coming over tomorrow for dinner. He said she really wanted to meet me and that she was really nice.

I was happy he had finally found someone else after seven and a half lonely years. But with the gladness also came worry. Worry over him getting his heart broken again. I could only imagine how hard it had been for my father to lose my mother. I only knew how I had felt when it happened.

Suddenly my phone started vibrating on my bed. Startled, I picked it up and saw it was a new text from Lindz.

Hey

I stared down at the text. Then at the clock. It was nine forty-five. Surely her date with Erik couldn't have ended so soon?

Hey date's over already?

I waited for a moment.

Erik ended up getting sick. He thinks he got the stomach virus.

I frowned. Poor Erik. He was like a brother to me, I hated to think of him home throwing up alone. Then again I was glad I wasn't there.

O I would've thought u would stay w/ him

I started writing down the answer to the next question on the paper when my phone vibrated again.

I would have but he didn't want me 2. He was afraid I would get sick. But I NEVER get sick. So I dropped him off & made sure his parents were home.

I smiled at this. Erik always tried protecting Lindz from anything. Sicknesses, interested annoying boys, you name it. But Lindz never got sick.

O so wut r u doing now?

I got to the last question of the history paper when Lindz finally replied.

I'm eating & doing tht stupid history paper. So wut did u and ur dad have 4 din-din?

Pizza. He has a gf now. She's coming over 4 dinner 2morrow.

:O WUT? Wow. Wuts she like? Did he say?

She's a nurse the hospital he works & her name is Carrie

O so r u allowed 2 invite any1 2 dinner 2morrow?

Nah, not 2morrow. I have the feeling he wants me 2 meet her & get 2 no her.

Crap. Mom's home. C u 2morrow skool

I sighed. Lindz never seemed to be allowed to text me whenever her mother was home. I only met her mother and father once and they had seemed nice but had acted a little strange around me. Whenever I brought her mother or father up she usually changed the subject. So I was left wondering what was to avoid.

C U, I texted back after a moment.

I turned my phone off and looked at the clock. It was only ten o'clock but since I had nothing better to do I turned my phone off, turned off all my lights after finishing my homework and went to bed.

Only to dream the same dream that I knew well and loved yet scared me.

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