I OWN NOTHING. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO L.J. SMITH
This is a story loosely based on the night world series. The characters are created by me as well as the story line. (note : "(:)" indicates point of view change)
Trees rush by and Willow's heart sinks.
it's really happening. she thinks I couldn't even get settled before we left.
If anybody can do it, though, it's Willow. Moving is something she'd become accustomed to, with her father's military career. Yes, she was a military brat, but moving had made her stronger. 18 towns, 9 states, 3 counties and 2 countries later, Willow's next destination was Fortworth, Montana.
Willow's father, pulled into the drive way of their new home. Her heart couldn't drop any further. She decided she was going to take the bull by the horns, and she jumped out of the moving van. The gravel crunched under her feet as she walked in front of the gas guzzler and looked up at the three story house.
It was built out of wood, almost like a cabin but more modern, it had a green roof and shutters, the wrap around porch made it almost cozy. She could almost over look the fact that her mother would have loved the house. Willow hated it immediately. The only thing she would probably come to love would be the extra space and they privacy millions of trees created on the five-acre property.
Her father came around and put a hesitant hand on her shoulder. " thought she woulda loved it, ya' know" oh, Willow knew that, alright, "Well lets get her broken in." Willow's relationship with her father had been strained at best since her mother had . . .
"yea dad, lets break her in" Willow said with slight mockery and sarcasm in her voice. She turned and started pulling her stuff out of the small U-Haul. She knew which stuff was hers, a family of four, no three, didn't have that much crap to haul around.
Willow picked the second largest room in the house. While her younger sister had picked . . . Honestly she didn't even know, or care. The house was set up strangely, like it was missing a room. On the second floor willow picked the large room located in between two closets and the only other room on the floor was the laundry room. Quietly private. Just the Willow liked it.
Willow had unpacked, but the room was still bare. The walls were white. The carpet was white. The bed was white. The sheer curtains were white. All of her clothes were in the closet and her personal belongings were in a closed cabinet that was, you guessed it, white.
These days Willow just couldn't feel anything other than bland. She didn't even have a favorite color anymore. A favorite anything for that matter.
That night for dinner her father had pulled a typical man move and ordered pizza. Even though he could never remember that his girls preferred extra cheese and occasionally ham and pineapple, he always ordered pizza with minimal amounts of cheese, tons of sauce, and waaay to many pepperonis, instead. Willow was impressed that he had gotten around to taking care of them at all. He seemed so scatter brained these days. Everyone ate in silence. Even Grace, Willow's younger sister, the resident drama queen/loudmouth.
"Hey, Will, school starts at 8:30 here." her father said as if it had just popped into his mind. "I'm sure you'll like that instead of 7:45" he said with a smirk remembering all the times Willow had complained or came downstairs in the mornings looking like the bride of Frankenstein.
"Yea!" Grace said, finally jumping into the conversation "now I wont have to hear about how unfair your life was because nobody should be forced to go to school that early. Didn't you say it should be a crime?" Grace and Dad high-fived while Willow pretended to strangle her.
"That's not fighting fair," Willow countered indignantly "two against one." she stormed away in mock rage, but stopping suddenly, rounding back to grab the last piece of pizza and huffed out of the room, knowing that she had given her sister and father something to smile about. Which is a bigger accomplishment than it sounds, these days.
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Definitely badass, Cohen Redfern thought as he looked in the mirror.
He'd finally finished filling out over the summer. If the girls thought he was hot before they'd better get 911 on speed-dial 'cuz he was bringin' the heat.
With his messy hair brushing his eye brows, and his green eyes popping more than ever against his flawless skin, he was sure he was a knock out. Not to mention his ultra-straight and white smile that would break any girls heart (excluding fangs) , chiseled features and slight five o'clock shadow.
He threw on his leather jacket completing the image that looked thrown on, but was actually specifically chosen. He gave himself a quick wink in the mirror before he left his room; he was one hot vamp. He gave his mom a quick kiss and hurried out the back door. He had just enough time to arrive at school fashionably late and make an entrance. His specialty.
I'm gonna rule the school, Cohen decided as he pulled on to the main road.
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Jittery girls waited for Cohen's appearance. They all talked about their summer but they didn't really care. It all came back to Cohen eventually.
All of his not-so-secret-admirers:
"yea, so glad to hear your summer was good. I wonder if Cohen's was?"
"oh I heard it was good, he was seen with several different girls."
" no doubt, they're all heart broken by now."
Even his has-beens couldn't hate him:
"I spent this summer with my family, in aspen"
"well, I ran into Cohen a few times at the state park."
"He's so nice. You know we had a thing? Once."
"that's Cohen, no commitment"
And all of his prospects:
"CHECK!"
"you're hair is fine"
"how about the girls?"
"perky . . . bigger? Cohen likes his girls natural."
"Bitch"
Many arguments we're started over Fortworth's "it" boy, hearts broken and friendships ended, but they all loved him.
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The bell rang for first period, but no one moved. The crowd in front of the school hushed. They were waiting for wonder boy.
And Cohen never disappoints he thinks as he pulls in the parking spot.
The crowd immediately becomes frenzied. Everyone seeking his approval. Girls struggle just to touch him, but no one stands a chance against Cohen's posse. His posse consists of the best looking guys in the senior class, they all have the 'pretty-boy' look , but they're deceptively strong. Of course they're vampires, but what the student body doesn't know wont hurt them.
Mr. Fantastic is ushered in. people desperately try to get his attention. " Yo, bro. party, my place, Friday." or " hey, if you need a tutor or even someone to do your homework . . ." and even "you say the word and I'm yours".
Cohen had heard this all before, and didn't even pause. like taking candy from a baby he thought. As he stepped into his first period class and the tardy bell rand everyone rushed to their classes.
Cohen had a smirk on his face as the rest of the school settled in.
Called it.
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