Author's Note: Hey Everyone! Oh my Gosh, Thank YOU All for your sweet and encouraging reviews! You all made my day by saying such nice things! The first chappy was made to describe Serena's attitude. The second chapter is going to bring Darien into the picture and describe how much of a bad boy he is (huge grin). I might be able to get chap. 3 out tonight too cuz I want to get on with the rivalry and of course… the romance! I Love You All to bunches and please keep reviewing!!!

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Chapter 2: A Troubled Past

            The wind roared past his ears as Darien Sheilds sped on his black and silver Harley Davidson motorcycle through the picture-perfect town of Tarynsville (I'm sorry the name sucks). As he drove down the streets, girls stopped to stare at the mysterious guy who passed through their innocent community. Darien brought his bike to a roaring halt in front of an old, run-down apartment complex that screamed for a wrecking ball. Glancing down at a piece of paper he held, Darien nodded in approval towards the place that he would soon call his home. Satisfied with his selection, Darien removed his shiny black helmet to reveal a head of soft ebony hair that looked as if the wind had ran it's fingers through it. His face held strong features, similar to those of a god and his eyes were a deep navy that held anger and threatened those who dared to get in his way. Many women fainted in awe at the god who had moved down the street.

            While carrying his helmet and a torn canvas backpack, Darien walked through a pair of glass double doors with one too many bullet holes. He stopped at a front desk and tapped on chipped bell on the counter. An 80-year-old man with kind eyes appeared from the back room and welcomed Darien with a toothless smile.

"Welcome Son, to Hollowtop Apartment Complex," the old man greeted, "Are you planning on renting or are you just out browsing?"

"I've already called and made living arrangements," Darien gruffly stated without making eye contact with man, "The name is Sheilds".

            The old man nodded and went to the back room and searched through a beat up file cabinet. He returned in less than a minute with a manila folder with Darien's name typed neatly on the top.

"Ah yes, here it is." The old man confirmed, "Darien Sheilds. One bedroom, one bathroom standard apartment with balcony and ally way view. Do you have your first month's rent with you?"

"Yeah, I do." Darien answered as he reached into the back pocket of his sleek leather pants and presented a wrinkled check to the man.

"Perfect," the old man replied with cheer as he stamped the check and placed it in a metal box with a combination lock on it. "Let's see. Here is your set of keys to your room. Your boxes have already been delivered to the room, so you should be all set. Your room number is 32 on the fourth floor. If you need anything, just call the front desk and I'll be pleased to help you." The old man smiled as Darien took the keys and made his way up the brown-carpeted stairs.

"Thanks." Darien replied coldly, taking large steps up the stairs.

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As Darien unlocked the door to his new home, he was welcomed to the sound of a speeding car being chased by the police. He walked through the doorway and immediately fell on his bed and closed his eyes, recalling the moment he was told that he had been expelled from his fourth school.

*Flashback*

"Darien, as far as I'm concerned, if you ever want to have a future you have to stop your violent ways." Said a middle-aged detective with a graying mustache and thin hair.

 "You aren't listening to me!" Darien yelled, angrily, "I didn't murder my ex-girlfriend! I was set up!"

"I'm not saying you did, Darien," The detective sighed as he took a seat across from Darien at his desk. "That's for the court to decide. But that doesn't change the fact that you've been expelled from your school and are being accused for murder."

            Darien groaned and rubbed his eyes, as he feared the answer to his next question.

"What's going to happen to me?"

"We don't have any specific evidence that you killed your girlfriend except for the fact that you were at the scene of the crime," the detective started. "But you're going to be tried in court until evidence is presented. Until then, you must continue with your everyday life and studies."

"But how can I if I'm expelled from school?" Darien asked, not overly worried since he loathed school as it is.

"Nice try, Son, but the law has decided transfer you to a Catholic school in Tarynsville where you will continue your studies and take a drug, alcohol and violence prevention class."

            Darien stood up, outraged. "Where the fuck is Tarynsville? In hick city?" he yelled at the detective.

"It's located two counties away from here," the detective replied calmly. "You'll be moving out tomorrow morning."

            Darien sat down, too shocked to say anything. 'Move?' he asked himself. How can he move? Sure he's been expelled before, but he always found another school in the same city. But now he had to move to an entirely different county? As Darien sat thinking, the detective continued with the details.

"You will be moving to an apartment building downtown tomorrow. The court has decided to pay for your first month's rent, so you must immediately get a job. The court is also paying for your tuition fee for your new school, but you will need to purchase your own books. Taryn Brothers Catholic School has a very high reputation for their success' in treatment programs and you should consider yourself very lucky to be going to this school."

            The last thing the detective said smacked Darien directly in the face. 'Catholic School?'

*End of Flashback*

            Darien sat up on the bed and took in his surroundings. His new apartment was as visually appealing as the exterior of the building with cracked walls and dripping water faucets. The brown carpet seemed to stand out the most in the apartment as it had an unusual glow to it.

'Probably since it was just cleaned' Darien thought as he pulled a carton of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and lit up a cigarette, sighing deeply. 'What am I going to do? Catholic School? Who does that detective guy think he is? My father?' Darien shuddered at the thought of his father and immediately thought about something else.

            Darien stood up from his bed and opened his window to let a breeze enter the house. He sat on the edge of the window with a leg hanging out of the side and took a long drag from his cigarette. He welcomed the taste of nicotine inside is lungs as glanced towards his closet where three sets of black and red school uniforms hung. Pinned to one of the jackets was a note from the detective:

                         Darien-

                                   A little present from me to you for your new school.

                                                                                   -Detective Greggs

            Darien snorted at the note. "Gee, thanks Detective. Just what I've always wanted". He mumbled as he thought about his first day of school the next day, when he all of a sudden heard yelling coming from the street below him.

"Fuck you!" he heard a feminine voice shout as a girl with long blonde hair in a funky hairstyle ran through the alleyway as an extremely muscular guy came chasing after her.

"Get back here with my fuckin' money, you bitch!" the muscular guy shouted.

"I ain't got your money, Anthony!" the girl shouted as she became face to face with a dead end in the alley and turned around to face the man who was three times her size and whom she owed money to.

'This ought to be interesting." Darien thought as a grin stretched across his face as he began to make mental bets in his mind on how long the girl would have to live.

"Well then you're going have to pay me with something else then," Anthony stated, "Maybe with something like your life!"

"Bring it on you dumb-ass redneck!" the blonde challenged.

            Anthony's anger went straight through the roof as he began to charge at the blonde with both hands prepared to strangle her. Darien was beginning to feel sorry for the belle who stood defenseless in the alley waiting for her death, until he suddenly saw her pull out a switchblade from her back pocket. Anthony stopped dead in his tracks and slowly began back away from the now-armed blonde.

"Whoa, whoa Serena," he stammered. "No need to get violent. I was just playin'. I'll tell ya what? I'll give you another week to get me my money. How 'bout it?"

'So, Serena is her name.' Darien thought as he saw Anthony hold out his hand to shake on the deal. Serena just spat on his hand.

"You damn straight I've got another week to get you your money," Serena yelled, "I thought you'd see things my way."

            Anthony gave Serena a devilish grin before he turned and left the alley, and Darien nodded at Serena's victory over the giant.  He saw Serena place a cigarette in her mouth, but noticed that she couldn't find a light anywhere. Darien reached into his pocket and pulled out his lucky lighter that was black with a red rose on the side and tossed it to Serena's feet.

Startled, Serena picked up the lighter and looked up to find a devilishly handsome man sitting on his window ledge. She lit her cigarette, took a long drag, and exhaled the smoke towards the man. Darien inhaled from his cigarette too, and blew a cloud of smoke towards Serena. Their eyes made contact with each other until Serena to her leave from the alleyway, leaving Darien dazed and excited at the new challenge that awaited him in the upcoming days.

*So, what did you think y'all? Is there a new romance in the process? Or is it just another 5-minute infatuation? And what will become of Anthony? Keep the reviews coming! I love y'all and be expecting a new chapter tomorrow!