Chapter 1

As Lucifer was departing from the Underworld, I, Nikki Fletcher, was departing from my house to go to school. (Not that I knew he was leaving...)

I hurried along the street to the corner to meet my best friend Polan Kirkwood. I adjusted the strap of my school bag that hung off my right shoulder and kept running. When I finally got to the corner, Polan was just walking up, her brown hair up in a pony-tail like usual and her glasses perched on the end of her nose. And as usual she was reading a book as she walked, her back pack held on by the left strap, the right one dangling.

"Polan!" I scolded. "It's dangerous to read while you walk next to a three lane road!"

Three Lane Road - Middle lane for turning.

She looked up at me with her huge doe eyes and snorted. "Pish posh! I'm very careful when I walk and read. My other four senses take over so I don't hurt myself. Plus there's a fence between the sidewalk and the road silly." She gave me a once over. "Did you run? Your uniform is all messed up."

I looked down at myself. She was right. I ran my hands over my black mini-skirt to smooth down the wrinkles and straightened my black three-button jacket. Underneath was a white button up dress shirt and a nice black tie. And my thigh-high black socks were uneven. I pulled them up so they were even. My black shoes were fine though. Guessing that my hair was a mess as well, I ran my fingers through the long golden locks that reached down to my hips. I could sit on my hair if I wanted to. I rubbed my finger around my spring green eyes to fix my eyeliner.

"Better?" I asked Polan, twirling for her.

"Much." She said with a laugh. "Now lets go, or we'll be late."

I nodded and we started the walk to school. It wasn't far, only a few blocks, and we arrived quickly, with several other students arriving too. Polan led the way as usual through the school gates because of her reading and we sat down on our usual bench under one of the cherry blossom trees.

I leaned back and stretched my arms out over the back of the bench and looked over a Polan, her nose still in her book. "Put the book away will you? The blossoms are blooming today." She immediately looked up at the tree and closed her book.

"Pretty." She murmured, her eyes glowing with happiness. I smiled. Polan was so easy to please. Her emotions were so strong. If she was happy she was hyper-active. If she was sad, she was down and dull and suicidal. Well, not really suicidal, but you get what I mean.

I closed my eyes with a chuckle. When I opened them again I froze at the image before me.

He was a new student. Had to have been. I would've noticed him before if he wasn't. He was beautiful. His hair was long, and he had it in a pony-tail, but still a few strands were loose hanging around his perfect face. He wore the school uniform as well, but somehow he made it look as if it belonged in a fashion magazine. He wore black boots, black pants, and a silver studded belt that glinted in the sunlight. He had his white dress shirt untucked, his jacket open, and his tie loose around his neck under his shirt collar. But it was his eyes that captivated me. They were a brilliant shade of gold. I could easily imagine them as spotlights.

I watched as he walked across the campus to the school administration building in a dreamy haze.

I wanted him. If there were any thoughts in my head they were all replaced by a massive projection of I WANT HIM tricked out with Broadway lights. He oozed raw sexuality like body heat and every fiber of my being screamed to jump him. But I resisted and settled with staring at him.

As soon as I decided to look and not touch, he turned his amazing eyes on me. I mean, he didn't just look in my direction, he looked directly at me. In that second I felt something click inside me.

He was MINE.