Note: though this is fiction, I am going to try and give the exact locations of the places that the story occurs and the names of places that exist. (But I am switching up a few details about the school. Things such as the school uniforms...because I was not a fan of the color. You can imagine a different color but I voted for what is on this page. And also the attendees. The school is a school for girls only ages 3-18, but only girls would be no fun. So, to make things more interesting, I'm adding some testosterone [This means boys in case if anyone wanted to know, just to say something obvious. no offense to anyone who didn't know; it happens to the best of us] to the picture. Not only will this help greatly in the story, but also bring life to one of my protagonist.) Do enjoy.

Also, I am pleased to hear from my readers. So please comment away on this story. If you want to be apart of it, please sent comments of what you would like to be in it. I will be more than happy to write a portion of your idea (if appropriate enough for the audience) and I will give you credit for the idea in the beginning of the chapter)

Chapter 1: The confession within the flashback

(If my details in my writing are not good enough or not to your satisfaction, here are images of what I am bringing up. Google Headington school oxford and you will see what I am picturing)

Location: London- outskirts of the city in Oxford. Where the greatest university is located. Here lies Headington School. Here the best and the brightest students can go and prepare for the future of a university. The campus itself has old, classic English brick style buildings placed around a green, garden campus. In the center lies, as well as the first building that can be seen once entering the campus-gated entrances is the main building, the classrooms. Though there are other buildings, here the core lectures are held within this massive three-story brick building that stretches like a long, mazed rectangular labyrinth. Here it is filled with classrooms, long hallways and students trying to get from class to class without being late.

Season: Spring-the air is chill and the sky is blue. Though there are multiple rain showers, the locals are use to this type of weather and are always prepared with their wellies and a trench coats (of course umbrellas too!)

Year: 2009 (though I did make it this year, I am making technology be far greater than it was and will be in the future. Once again, if you have any ideas of objects or mechanisms, please let me know and I will incorporate it into the story and give you credit.)

note: just a heads up... I am going to use () to try and separate comments she makes from the future. so keep up and do enjoy.

*flashback*

I was 16 when I discovered that I was different from my other classmates. I was so young, innocent, pure and thriving for something adventurous in my life. I was in upper level classes, trying to hurry up and graduate and move on to a university with my dreams of a great career of being a psychologist. I remember this day being very important. It was a day that I stepped out of my comfort zone, which was not normal for a girl my age, and would eventually change my life forever. Though I stood out from the rest, such as my athleticism and my height (I am about 5'11 right now, but I grow to about another inch later on), this was different. I was not sure how to describe it then, but I can sure describe almost everything in detail now.

It was a late Spring day. I pulled my long, dirty blonde hair back in a ponytail and crossed my one arm and rested the other on my cheek as I gazed out of the window. It was raining. Sheltered in this lecture hall, there I sat: third upper level with my notebook out and pencil in my resting hand, trying to focus on the gray sky, the grassy scenery and the entrance to the school as well as the lecture of this class period. Checking on my iPhone I wrinkled my nose in disagreement. It did not help that today out of all days that the teacher went over the class time today.

"Now Darwin," continued the teacher as he wrote down the name Darwin on the white board "believed that the human race evolved since the beginning of time and still is evolving. This can be analyzed by his experiments with an ape as he studied its behavior and its state of consciousness though its play."

Normally I would raise my hand and debate on a subject like this (Actually I would have said nothing, only because he did all those things. Maybe I would of said that the origin of species is incorrect because God created everything), since my family is religious, but today I looked up at the ceiling to apologize to the Father and returned to gazing at the window. I crossed my right leg over my left and pulled down my black skirt over my black tights. My friend, Rachel (soon changes it to Lilly Ann later on), next to me slides a note towards my notebook. She smiled with her colorful, braced teeth. My heart started pounded as I slowly grabbed it, opened it, looked at its contents and turned my head slightly down to the second middle column. A boy with Brown, shaved hair and blue eyes with rimmed fake glasses winked at me and he turned quickly to jot down some notes before the teacher caught him not paying attention.

Once he turned, I smiled as I put on my dark green blazer on, as if I had a quick chill from what was going to happen once the teacher dismissed us.

After class by the old oak tree? I gota ask you something

Sure, anything for you Katty!

My heart started racing as I read his response over and over again. Stephen was a boy that I basically grew up with here in Oxford. He transferred here from London during Elementary school and didn't have many friends. I was the first one to say hi and invited him to our table to eat lunch. The rest was history! Now we're really good friends and he helps coach with me at the head sports club. (This meant I was an extreme athlete. Being on this club, which had only 5 members, meant that you could play every sport and play them phenomenally. But you could specialize in one sport. For Stephen it was lacrosse and for me it was volleyball and gymnastics.)

I remember being so excited for this moment. This was the day that I, Katherine Sandsmark, asked Stephen Lexington out for coffee! (Yes, at that age I was very excited for this. Don't judge me) I looked over to my friend and showed her my phone; hating class should be over already. She smiled in encouragement to convince me that the extra 10 minutes in class will pay off in exam week.

"Though the war ended this kind of demonic thinking of Adolf Hitler," the professor turned quickly and slammed his hands onto the desk in front of him "there have been rumors of an people who still believe in this type of thinking. Though this is banned to think of these thoughts. People trying to create things that should not be created! We are all equal, so therefore we should strive to become the ultimate race instead of dividing them. Though Captain America helped the British armies defeat Nazis, this kind of thinking is still a threat to the Parliament and the United Nations!"

One student laughed

"This is rubbish" It was Stephen. "My dad is head investigator and chief of the police department in the city of London and city of Westminster and none of that stuff has been looked into since the war"

"That's because they all want you to think that its not real." argued the professor "You must always expect the unexpected. This world is getting a bit loopy now ever since gene technology became fairly popular"

Stephen started laughing; which caused the whole student class to laugh. (He was very popular back in those days; whatever he did, everyone did) I smiled but felt bad for the teacher, but that is what he gets for keeping the class for longer than it needed to be.

"That's for the sake of curing diseases" he exclaimed "They are even close to curing cancer thanks to the gene pool. The gene technology that is being developed is highly secured by MY dad personally. I don't think they will be using it for Nazi stuff without my dad finding out first. Besides, don't you know that crazy people only rumor stuff like that in blogs online? Maybe you're getting loopy professor."

"How dare yo-"

"You know the professor has a point being concerned about the gene pool technology."

Before the professor could finish, a student in the back stood up. A man with black, tousled hair and wearing aviators looked at Stephen. Stephen stood up with him and glared at him.

Next thing I knew, we had a debate in our class. Which lasted another 20 minutes. The boy in the back, which Rachel pointed out, is Tim Drake. During their argument she informed me that he was a top student at his city, Gothem, in America and recently transferred here to "expand his education." He's only been here this week and he's already the top of his classes. He's in the upper level classes and might student teach in the teaching club.

"Not to mention that he's only 14 years old" whispered Rachel "And he's not that bad looking for that young of age. What do you think?"

Geeze! My friend doesn't know what cute is if it bit her in the butt. He's a child! Not to mention his snickering after everything Stephen says is so infantile I want to hit him myself before Stephen does. And who wears aviators in class!? Obviously the kid isn't blind because he pointing his finger directly at him and walking around like he is having his own lecture at his table! I know my talk with him is going to be delayed. This kid is going to get beaten to a pulp after school. I laughed softly to Rachel and then went back to paying attention to the debate.

"You know what kid, you got a big mouth on you. Maybe you should keep it shut so I can leave this classroom and go to my lacrosse practice already" Threatened Stephen

"Maybe you should think before you speak so you don't embarrass yourself like you are now"

I tried not to laugh but it was kind of true. But I won't admit that to Stephen. The kid sounded like he knew what he was talking about. But I think he is just kissing up to the professor so he can get extra credit.

"You son of a-"

"THATS ENOUGH!" yelled the professor

Finally.

"I've heard enough of both of you! Everyone is dismissed, no assignment. Have a good weekend. Except for you two. Stay here!"

Great. Now I have to wait till after he's done talking to the teacher to talk to him! ahh! (Oh how I wished I just went to club activities after class instead of waited for him.)

1 hour later I stood in front of the gates of the school, shading myself with my hood and our green and black plaid school umbrella. It was still raining and I had my brown trench on and my arms crossed to try chest to keep myself warm. I stared at my red wellies wondering when Stephen will walk out of those doors. Finally, I heard someone breathing behind my head as he whispered a nice greeting to me.

I turned "Hey Steph-OMG"

His nose was covered in blood and one of his eyes was already bruising. I grabbed his hand and headed out of the school gates. He kept asking where were we going but I kept responding "keep running, keep running" till we got to a brown house that was two stories high with an all around porch. (I lived there during this time) I helped him up the porch stairs and into the white door.

"I'm home!" I yelled out. But no response came. With a sigh of relief, I helped him take his shoes off and had him walk pass the staircase, which was in the middle of the home, and into the living room. Having him sit on the couch, I turned back into the hallway with the stairs and made an immediate left into the kitchen, where I grabbed ice and paper towels. I sprinted back into the living room and sat on the couch and tended to him. "What on earth happened?!"

"It was that damn punk!" said Stephen angrily as he flinched at the rubbing alcohol I was putting on his nose to clean the wound. "The professor dismissed us maybe 5 minutes after everyone else left. And after we apologized I told that stupid kid that he needs to stay in his place. Then that kid started being a bitch and said that his place was here in this school so I punched him!"

"So you punched him? But how are you like thi-"

"AH let me get to that part!" He spat back.

I flinched and stop cleaning the wound. I never have seen him this angry. Sure he started fights, but mostly it was on the lacrosse field. He really isn't an all around bad guy. I mean, his dad left and he had to take care of his mom and two sisters. He's the man of the house; he was to be defensive (man I was soo stupid at this time, geeze!)

"Anyway" He said taking the ice I offered to him "the kid dodged it and warned me to quit playing around. But I was thinking 'there's no way this kid can beat me' so I kept punching. He dodged it again. So I rapid fired everything, I even did lacrosse moves and some judo. Soon he got serious and fought back. When I fell and got back up to punch him...he was gone. He left this note." he then handed me a lined piece of paper:

Hey maybe you should think before you start picking fights. Add that to your list of things to think on. You should probably go, that girl is still waiting for you in the front of the school.

"Ah that kid!" I screamed and crumbled up the paper "I can't believe that he said that. How did he even know I was waiting for you?!"

Though I said that to Stephen, I also felt bad for the little kid. I mean, when Stephen gets mad it's not a good day for anybody. So to catch Stephen like that on his first week of school is pretty tough.

"Yea I know. Oh well. I just have to tell the team to keep an eye out for him. He actually is a decent fighter. Could be good for the more aggressive sport teams we have. Except for lacrosse. No way he's getting on that team alive. But anyway," he put his hand on my leg "what was that note about today Katty?"

My heart dropped, what was it again...uh..oh yes! The date.

I felt my face started to get hot "Well actually, Stephen...I was just wondering if you would...um..."

He was looking right at me. Normally he does but this time my heart was beating so fast. I tried to get the words out but it was not working (man what a child I was!). But I gulped and cleared my throat.

"I was wondering if you would like to get...Umm... drink with me?"

DRINK WITH ME! YOU serious! stupid stupid stupid! (ah I love this part) I can't believe that out of this you said drink and not coffee you are so dum-

"Drink?" Stephen said laughing. "Well I normally don't drink, I'm surprised you do, but how about coffee? Does that sound good?"

YES! SUCCESS!

"Oh YES!" I said loudly with the biggest smile on my face. But then I composed myself "*ahem* I mean, I meant coffee. Splitting hairs ya know. Drink obivouslllyy means coffee haaahaha!"

"Yea, haha! Well I'm going home to shower and relax then. I'll pick you up at… 9?"

TONIGHT!? WOAH! THAT'S IN 5 HOURS! OMOGODFKJASJFKLSAJFKLJKF

"Sure. That sounds great!" I smiled and I walked him out the door.

I waited for him to go down the porch steps, cross the stone path and open the brown fenced gate. Then I slammed the house door and sprinted up the stairs. I can't believe it! I, Katheriene Sandsmark, am going on a date with Stephen Lexington! Now I need to figure out what to wear! ah! As I panicked through my closet, picking outfit after outfit.

"ah I can't wait for tonight!" I exclaimed

*End Flashback*

Year: 2012

"HAHAHA! Wow, I'm sorry Kat, that is so funny!" exclaimed a person, handing me a drink of hot chocolate from across a table lighted by a dim fireplace in a massive room.

"I know," I said softly "but that's how I really met you that night right?" I smiled at the person.

What was funny was that that night changed everything. Though I was very excited then...The girl picking out all those outfits would soon find out that that date, though romantic to her, would turn into disaster in a blind of an eye. Now that I think about it…it is the reason why I can talk about it now. At first I couldn't. It was such a scary experience.

"Yea it was." the person smiled back "You were in rough shape back then. That was when you were just starting to acquire what you have now."

"Yea it was..." I said softly

"Continue?" the person asked

Authors note:

Well what do you think? Yes it's a semi girly novel. Yes yes i'm sorry if that disappoints you very much. But compared to my other writings, i have matured; (I went from being a high school sophomore to a college sophomore. Finally focusing on writing and things that are important to me) Both in detail and story outline. But I will say in advance that I will try and make it packed with action and romance. But who romance will develop? That will have to been seen through the continuing of reading!

Anywho!

Why does the date end disastrous? Who is the person Katherine is talking to? (hopefully its still a mystery, but if not that's okay. I'm horrible at surprises) Why is Stephen so forward and a wimp? And what does she acquire? Tune in for the next chapter update!

-Brytbryt