Chapter 1: Meetings aren't always the best
Kyle Kingson wasn't the nicest guy to the normal people, with normal appearances. He chose to point out each and every flaw he saw in those people, while praising his own and his friends. His friends weren't really his true friends; they secretly loathed him, but chose to act friendly because of his looks. He was arrogant and thought he was a gift to each student just to be able to see him everyday at school.
He chose to be vain, but it wasn't completely his fault, his father, Peter Kingson, was a famous news anchor and was just as bad as his son, if not worse. The day his life was turned upside down was when he ran for Green Committee President. Kendra Hilferty was watching his speech with utter disgust. If only her true friend could see this idiot rally the people like he was.
She left the room and walked down the deserted halls, pulling out a pale pink marker, then began to write and draw on each of his huge pictures that were on almost every wall. She finished as the students strolled into the halls, staring and gawking at her art work on the photos. Kyle must have not gotten the joke, because he calls her out, she didn't have any reason to back down and even got shy Lindy Taylor involved and left the school, heading to her friend.
She was very aware that Kyle and some friends were following her, they did this every few weeks to taunt her more, but today they were going to be in for a surprise, because she wasn't going home like she normally would. She was going to a close friend's work place and wanted to see how she was going to react to these beautiful people flaunting their looks at her.
She walked into the doors, she saw in the reflection that most of the posse had left when they saw where she was going. This place wasn't one they went to; they normally would take a long walk in the winter than go here. She heard the bell chime behind her and she walked into the back room, through the curtains of all sizes and shapes, but all were a deep gray. "Hey witchy witch, why you running from us?" his voice was husky and his laugh was filled with satisfaction, but he didn't realize that there was another girl in the store.
She heard the taunt and looked at Kendra, who shrugged and smirked. She refused to have these types of people in her shop, if she could hang a sign up telling them to stay away she would, but her aunt would flip out. She put down for cup of herbal tea down and stood up from her seat at the bar. Kendra led the way through the curtains, hoping to give her friend the best entrance to surprise Kyle and his followers.
"Ah, come out to play have you?" Kyle's voice filled her ears and she just raised an eyebrow. "You will not treat my customer like that." Her voice snapped and Kendra turned to see her just walking through the curtains, not yet visible to Kyle. "Who's that? Another witch? Or maybe just a cow like you." Kendra smiled and moved aside so that she was revealed.
Kyle's face changed so quickly and so did his friends. Kendra didn't need to say anything. "Ah, so this is the famous Kyle Kingson, son of the news anchor." Her voice was stern and lovely at the same time. "What's this? You have such a beautiful friend. I thought that ugly people hung out with even uglier people to make themselves seem less ugly." His eyes bored into hers, she walked toward him. "The only ugly people I see in this store are you and your gutless, brainless, spineless followers." Her voice was on the edge of anger; she didn't like it when people acted like this.
"Kitty got claws, want to put them to good use?" his voice was dripping with useless flirting. She smiled and walked over to him, placing her hand on his chest, and then dug her nails into his skin, drawing blood easily. "Don't mind if I do." She purred and turned on her heels and walked back to Kendra. "Now, if you are not here to buy something, I suggest you get out before I put my claws to use again." Kyle's friends hurried out the door, but a girl paused.
"Come on Kyle, let's go." He shook his head, staring at Kendra and her friend. "I'll catch up with you." The girl received a glare from both girls and quickly left. Kyle walked over to the girl. "You never introduced yourself." "You don't deserve a proper introduction." She snapped and he smiled slightly, enjoying her ability to stand up to him. "Kendra, what's her name?" his eyes never left hers, but Kendra said, "Why would I tell you that?" "Kendra, isn't it time for you to be heading home, after all tomorrow is a big day." She turned to Kendra, who looked between them.
"Yes, tomorrow is a big day indeed. I'll talk with you tonight?" "Of course." And with that, Kendra left the store, leaving the two alone. Kyle seemed to change completely once she was gone; he wanted to know this girl, more than anything else. "So what is your name?" he asked simply, walking away from her and looking at some incense. She didn't answer him, not knowing yet what he wanted from her. "Just your name, it isn't that tough is it?"
She grinded her teeth, but shrugged. "It is a possibility, it might just be hard for you." He chuckled and faced her, leaning against the counter beside her. "Try me." "Anastasia." "See that's not so hard." He leaned closer to her. "I like that name." "As do I, now if you don't mind, leave my store. I know you aren't going to buy anything." He ran a tan hand through his perfect blonde hair and stood up straight, then walked toward the door.
"See you later Anastasia." He said and opened the door, leaving her alone. Once he was alone and free to think to himself, his mind went to Anastasia. She was different from any girl he ever knew, when he first seen her, she took his breath away. The first thing he saw was how beautiful she looked against the dark gray curtains, her bright red hair lighting up her face, her deep green eyes were also burned into his mind.
He couldn't believe that she was friends with Kendra, they seemed so different, she was dark and ugly, where as Anastasia was purely gorgeous. Her skin looked like caramel, tan and creamy looking. He found himself picturing how it would feel to run his finger through that silky hair, or to trace his hands over her skin, or to kiss those full rosy red lips.
He realized that he was just standing there, thinking about her, and hurried back to his house to wait for his father to get home to tell him about the election and maybe about Anastasia. Meanwhile, Anastasia went back to the bar and drank some tea, Kyle Kingson left an impression on her like no other guy had before. She knew he was good looking from the way Kendra spoke to her about him, but there was something under his looks that caught her attention.
She wasn't bought by looks, although everyone told her she could get any guy she wanted. She took another sip of tea and felt herself waiting for Kendra to text her so she could ask about tonight, Kendra wouldn't tell her, but hinted that something big was coming tomorrow. She sat the in store, waiting and waiting, but no customer walked into the door, so she closed early, like always when her aunt was out of town. She climbed the stairs and walked into her kitchen, grabbing an apple, and then climbed more stairs to her room.
She fell on the bed and pulled out her computer from its case. She opened her profile and saw she had five messages from different guys she didn't know, asking for her pictures and wanting to hook up. She deleted them and saw there was one from Kyle; he must have gotten on his phone. She opened it and read it slowly, taking in each word, picturing how he would say it.
'Anastasia, come to the party tomorrow night.' I sent a message back, asking about Kendra. It didn't take him long to reply. 'I'll ask her tomorrow at school… do you go to our school.' I smiled and shook my head. 'I'm out of school.' 'Older, I like that.' I rolled my eyes and didn't write back. He wrote back a few minutes later, 'So will you come?' I tapped my chin, thinking. 'I'll see.' Then I closed it before he could write back.
Kyle saw she was offline and sighed, closing his phone. He was almost home and decided to hurry to see is his father was home, but of course he secretly knew he wouldn't be.