So I'm trying something new here; writing a longer story than my previous work. This could either work or go horribly wrong.
Hope you like this short beginning! Continuation will be coming soon.
EDIT: Keenan is a faery, but it is not mentioned until a little later. And Aislinn is not Sighted, so to her Keenan is just a playboy, if you will...
Aislinn sat at the benches outside the school. Spring was coming to an end and the first hints of summer were in the air. Trees were blooming and the looming summer heat filled the air. The warm summer air sent breezes through her raven black hair and ruffled her blouse. She had her legs crossed, in deep concentration, reading.
She didn't notice. She didn't notice the pair of eyes watching her from the distance. The eyes assessing her every move, waiting to approach her. If she knew, she would have run.
Keenan stood with his closest friends, Niall and Tavish. To the outside world they seemed like his friends, but to him they were much more important than that. They were his advisors, his sane mind when he himself was unhinged.
At the moment they were challenging him. He had bragged how he could have any woman he wanted. How he could swoon and charm his way into any bed. They were taking him up on it, and were now handing him a challenge almost too good to refuse.
"So you claim to be the ultimate womanizer, hey, Keenan?" Tavish nagged.
"Then you wouldn't mind accepting a challenge of sorts, would you?" Niall joined in.
Oh boy, here we go.
Those too had always flung women in his direction, wanting to test his skills. Keenan had charmed countless females, but never developed feelings for them. Well, all but one. One who was too painful to think about. One he had ordered himself to forget.
"Guys, I'm tired of these challenges." He responded, sounding downright exhausted. And he was exhausted. He was tired of him having to let the girls down, revealing to them that it was all just a challenge, a bet. Having to deal with their heartbreak, and in some cases stalker-like actions, when he told them it would never work between them. The whole game had grown old.
"Come on, Keenan. Just one more!" Tavish prompted.
He was too eager for his own good. He had come along after Niall had become his advisor, and now he had adapted Niall's somewhat pestering qualities, and had grown quite fond of Keenan's romances. They always left plenty of girls with broken hearts ready to cry on his shoulder.
"For old time's sake." Niall continued.
They weren't letting it go. No matter how much he protested, they wouldn't stop until he accepted. Keenan bowed his head in defeat and mumbled his agreement.
"Just this last time, guys. You know how tedious I find it."
"Geeze, Keenan. One would think you were open for some action." Niall put extra emphasis on the word 'action'. Keenan just rolled his eyes.
"Which one?" Keenan asked, too tired to assess his options by himself.
Niall and Tavish glanced around the area, weighing Keenan's options, as well as their own.
"What about that one?" Tavish asked. He was pointing at a delicate girl with auburn hair and a slender physique. She was giggling with her girlfriends.
"No. He has already rolled around with her." Niall answered for him. Niall kept track of all of Keenan's former partners. It was not intentional; he just had a knack for remembering things.
Keenan just sighed, and turned around to join the search. The sooner he picked someone, the sooner he could get this over with.
He let his eyes drift over the girls standing in their packs. None of them attracted his attention. They were all the same. They were all worried about their appearance, if guys found them attractive, if their best friends were better looking than them. Keenan had had to endure countless of those conversations in the past, listening to them whine and complain. He had just sat there, nodding when it was appropriate. He wanted to win their hearts, and this sometimes required a little effort.
He froze as he saw her.
How could he not have seen her before? Had she passed him, he would have definitely stopped in his tracks, and initiated a challenge of his own, just to see if he hadn't lost it. Just to see if she really was out of his league, or if he would have managed to swoon her like so many others.
She was sitting at a bench, her legs crossed and seemed deeply engrossed in her book which lay in her lap. Her raven black hair framed her face, a drastic contrast to the blouse she was wearing.
She seemed different, and somehow familiar. Like he had seen her before in a distant dream. She would be his next target.
He tapped Niall's shoulder, who was busy eyeing an Asian girl in a short skirt gazing at him. Niall didn't respond to his touch. He clicked his fingers in front of Niall's face, calling his name.
"Sorry, got distracted…" Niall smirked and nodded at the Asian girl.
"Focus Niall," Keenan reminded him. "You see that girl at the bench?" He pointed in her direction. "She will be my next, and final, mission."
Niall and Tavish exchanged looks. What was he thinking?
"But she's so ordinary," Niall protested.
"I don't know, I think she might be different." Tavish voiced the thoughts that had crossed Keenan's mind just moments ago.
Keenan rolled his shoulder and took a deep breath, preparing his 'game face'.
He could hear Tavish snicker at this gesture.
"Wish me luck, boys." Keenan swaggered off confidently towards the benches, ready to give his most blinding smile as he approached.
This girl doesn't stand a chance… He thought cockily.
He didn't like to think of himself as a 'player', but he knew he was good looking and could use this to his advantage. He had many times romanced the younger teachers and had his way with girls, convincing them to do the filthiest of things, and also making them think they actually enjoyed it.
He concentrated on keeping his expression sexy as he came closer. The summer breeze reacted to this, and sent the smell of lilies in her direction. He could feel her become alert to this change of scent, and inhale deeply, treasuring the scent. She lifted her head, her eyes still closed, letting the sunrays hit her porcelain skin.
She was even more stunning up close. Keenan would never admit to this later, but he remained slightly breathless at the sight of her. At this moment she was the depicted version of all his desires and longings. At that moment, despite her being a total stranger, she seemed like she was 'the one' for him.
He sat casually down on the bench next to her, just looking at her.
She noticed someone approach her and sit down next to her. The scent of lilies painted the air, and she lifted her face to appreciate the scent. She slowly opened her eyes, to see a blonde boy staring at her.
She jumped slightly, taken aback by him.
He didn't say anything. He just sat there staring at her, a soft smile on his lips.
He had tanned skin and a strong, angular face. His hair was almost a copper blonde, and came to about his chin, falling in waves around his face. It was his eyes that captivated her. They seemed to hold the world's most sacred secrets. They were an ocean blue, and reminded her of mirrors, and she was sure she could see flowers blooming in his irises.
She leaned in closer, trying to name the actual colour of his eyes.
"Find what you're looking for?" He chuckled, and she suddenly sat upright again, gaining her posture.
She didn't answer, she just looked away and fidgeted with her book.
"I'm Keenan." He said. She could tell he was still smiling, but she didn't dare turn to look at him, in case his smile was even more breathtaking than his eyes.
He didn't say anything. He seemed to be waiting for her response. After moments of silence, she turned her head and looked at him. He held his hand out towards her, waiting for her to return the favor and shake his hand. She gazed down at his outstretched hand, and did nothing. She kept her hand to herself and watched him lower his, slightly embarrassed.
He quickly regained his casual expression and gazed at her. She thought she ought to say something, even if it was words to get rid of him.
"I'm Aislinn." She replied, waiting for him to go away.
"Aislinn…" He almost whispered. "A beautiful name for a beautiful face."
What was his deal anyway? Why was this beautiful boy suddenly talking to her?
"Did you want something?" Her voice came out sharper than she intended, and she winced slightly at the sound of her own words.
"Just saw you sitting here, and thought I'd say 'hi.'" He replied, obviously enjoying this somewhat conversation.
He seemed familiar. At least his name. She felt like she had heard it before. She furrowed her brow in concentration, trying to remember. He interrupted her thoughts with sweet words meant for late summer evenings.
"May I mention, how stunningly beautiful you are?"
As he uttered these words, she remembered. He was the boy who starred in all the rumors she had heard. How he had slept with countless girls, promised them his love and affection, and then left them to burn in the wreckage of their undying love for him. Was she considered his next victim? How could she deserve such a fate?
"I know who you are." Was all she said, as the sense of realization came to her.
"And I would like to know who you are, Aislinn." He murmured back. He lifted her hand and brought it to his lips. He turned her hand up and kissed her pulse point.
She quickly withdrew her hand from his soft touch, feeling her mind cloud at his soft caress.
"I won't be the next girl you toy with." She could hear her tone sharpen and her voice go from an insecure murmur to a strong tone.
"I don't want anything to do with you, so please go away." She decided to try to be polite, instead of flinging curses at him and promises of violence.
He didn't move. He just continued staring at her, mesmerized by her.
He wasn't giving up just because of a simple rejection. Rejection had never stopped him in the past. So this one was going to take a little more work. No big deal.
One of her raven black tendrils blew freely in the wind. He secured it behind her ear with his softest touch, letting his hand linger to touch her cheek. He caressed her skin softly, hearing her breath catch.
She could feel her heart begin to quicken its pace. She wanted to lunge herself at him. At just one touch, she could feel herself crave his presence. Then reason cleared her mind. She wouldn't become one of the girls he messed with. One of the girls he used. She overcame her curious desire and shoved his hand away.
"Leave me alone, I said." She said it as sternly as she could, while she shoved her book in her bag. She wouldn't let him see her this weak and craving his touch. She didn't even know him.
He chuckled. This one is making it difficult.
"Are you sure that is what you want, Aislinn?" He stroked her thigh gently.
He was now crossing several boundaries. Boundaries she had set at this moment. He was trying to persuade her. And she wasn't having it.
All she could do was stare at his hand which rested on her thigh. She felt her skin tingle and tried very hard to form the next words that escaped her lips.
"Get your hands off me."
She didn't give him any time to respond. All she did was stand up, sling her bag over her shoulder and left. She walked away from him in a quick pace, which could only be categorized as 'pathetic running.' She could still feel the touch of his fingertips.
He just sat there, dumbfounded. He had never been turned down before. Who was she to turn him down? He could have any girl he wanted. She should feel blessed to be touched by him.
He exhaled in frustration, not willing to give up just yet. He walked back to Niall and Tavish who both stood snickering. Niall tried to contain his laughter and Tavish held up his hand, expecting a high five of some sort. Keenan ignored them both, promising them that the quest was not over. He tried to keep his anger of rejection sealed as he could hear Niall mockingly hum the song 'Womanizer'.